This past week has been crazily-busy, which is why both my blogging fields have fallen fallow. Fortunately, today is the start of a three-day weekend, accompanied by less schoolwork than normally accrues on a two-day weekend, so I have all these dreams of accomplishing so much of my own work. Yeah, right...

One of my weaknesses (yeah, only one of them, haha) is that I tend to assume I know what is best for my students in all instances. So occasionally I do something to “help” one of them which either backfires or upsets them. That’s not good, and I always feel bad when it happens, but somehow I don’t always learn from it. *sigh*

I have been reading and buying books, largely but not exclusively science fiction, for the past 40 years, and my collection is so large now I have realized that if I never buy another book, but instead try to reread my entire collection once, I probably have enough reading to last me for the rest of my life. I’m not sure if that is a reflection on my large number of books or my increasing age, but somehow that is not a comforting thought.

Jean and the boys end their winter breaks this weekend and go back to their respective colleges next week. This will likely be Andy’s last semester before he ventures into the working world fulltime, and it is a bit unsettling wondering if he will find a suitable job that can develop into a worthwhile career. Another scary thought: he and Mark are venturing onto the beginning of their careers while I am peeking a few years ahead to the end of mine. I remember when Jean and I got married that her father told us the next forty years would fly by so fast we would wonder where they all vanished to. Damn, if he wasn’t absolutely right about that.