Send in the Martyrs

Oh, don’t bother. They’re here. Or, I should say, they are me.

If I sound disjointed, it’s because I’ve been grading for four days. I’m starting to speak the way some of my students right. Help.

I am so tired. Tired of grading, the perma-chest cold, Christmas prep, sleeping sitting up, no snow, and dust. Endless clouds of dust. No, not at home. At work. The cube farm is being reorganized AGAIN. I make my move on Tuesday. A bunch moved on Friday. Good thing I loaded up on allergy pills and asthma meds.

Back to grading. Only 40 more 3 to 5 page papers to go…