delaying the inevitable...

See, I was ready to get up and go to school on Monday. And not that worried about it.

Late sunday night came the realization that classes didn't, in fact, start til tuesday... and then monday came the realization that I could get out of my tuesday 8:30am teaching gig this week because the first lecture wasn't til wednesday and I don't think the (micromanagingbitchface) prof has even finished writing the syllabus yet.

But somehow, all the delays have made me more stressed out?

Maybe because these two days have been filled with long, irritating emails from the aforementioned nutty professor. Who has kept me running obnoxious daily library errands with no other reason to be on campus, who assumed that I needed excel training in order to keep track of grades (and went ahead and scheduled it - I slipped out of it, thank god), who is perfectly friendly and complimentary, but who is, I can already tell, going to be the bane of my winter quarter existence. At least the class will be interesting!

Otherwise, I took yesterday's repreive to read one of the books I'll be teaching - John Berger's ways of seeing, a classic - and today's to go on a leg-killing hike with jed, who rented a car and hopped down from his sf visiting. We covered somewhere between 12 and 15 miles through the redwoods, including a jaunty 900 foot elevation gain (and then back down, of course) in a little under 6 hours. For the last couple of miles, both of us were in extreme pain, and the jokes about attacking mountain bikers to steal their precious, precious wheels to coast back to the car were getting less and less funny. Standing up is serious business, now that it's a few hours and many greasy veggie diner calories later. Serious. Business.

Still, it was beautiful!!! It would be a lot better, probably, if I weren't about to spend the next two days (...err, make that six months?) feeling overwhelmed and sitting on my ass reading all day. But I'm glad I got out into the pretties before the thinkies really kicked back in again.

Oy. I am not looking forward to the bike ride to school tomorrow (first stop, 8:30 am, TA library errand). Sir ouchington.