This week I’ve done my utmost to actually keep up with the work of managing 88 students.

I’ve had every hand-out readily available, I’ve taught my first real lesson and held my first student-led discussion. I’ve kept my online papers sorted, updated the online calendar, and given clear directions with clear due-dates as to what’s expected of their blogs.

Tomorrow’s lesson plan is un-decided at the moment, but I’ve got the entire night to work it out. In the meantime, I’ve sorted all my students’ names and pet peeves into a file along with their nicknames/preferred names… and I can figure out who they are accordingly tomorrow.

I need to assign their first blog prompt. I need to make up a Sign Up Sheet I can use repeatedly in each class. I need to send these files to my usb drive and get ready to print them tomorrow.

But not only am I on top of things with my students, I’m on top of things in my personal life in a way that makes me feel like sustaining it might ACTUALLY be possible.

I’m going to pack my lunch and snacks for tomorrow. It will involve leftovers of the ham and scalloped potatoes I cooked tonight.

I will make dinner again tomorrow, and those leftovers will feed us for Saturday’s lunch. So on and so forth.

I’m walking the dog for at least a half hour (if not more) each morning I’m off campus, because he needs to lose weight. And walks do me good as well. I’m also not allowing this walk to count as my exercise for the day.

I feel like… wow. Maybe I can actually get all my shit together and be a healthy, happy, normal human adult.

Maybe I’ll even have time to work on the book ideas I’ve had, the song ideas. Maybe I can record some more.

It’s an odd feeling, this half-hopefulness. We’ll see if I can keep it up.

Wish me luck.