Mudane Happenings in the Midst of Autobiography

Apparently I am engaged in an autiobiographical critique of my ownself...imagine the possibilities! But I am also less than a month away from the beginning of classes, and the added responability of a TAship. Add to this the huge job of educating my son and it's a recipe for extreme busyness. We're starting our "practice" run tomorrow.

I need a bit of time to adjust to a schedule. I'm just not a schedule kind of person. I love making them up, writing them down, and imaging myself actually following them. However, in reality, I just don't unless forced to by a job or something else awful like that. My first semester of school, it was Umberto's schooling that kept me line. Once we pulled him out, I just drifted along...we just drifted along. My classes were late enough to not require me up at a certain time. Now things are going to have to change. I have too much to do, and my time as Ernesto's so elqoutenly put it, is about to become "common time." And I am with Ernesto in that I find this meshing rather tramutic. And it's not just in the sense of dealines but in the sense of how long it takes on to adjust to other people's emotions, temperements, etc.

Of course this means less blogging for me. A sad fact as I am enjoying writing out my life in little vingettes. It's inspired to go to my mom's and gather up old photos. Maybe I'll even scan some...given time of course.

Now we're off to campus. I need to photocopy for a professor, and myself. I'm going to show the kids my office. We'll walk the gardens, visit the greenhouse, and then go out for New York Style pizza and beer. A fulfilling day...a simple day. And then tomorrow, lots of work. I have a meeting with my advisor about my thesis, and I'd like to have some kind of outline. I need to type my notes on to this bloody machine. I need...to get my ass in gear. But really I just want to laze about , blogging, holding, my children, reading vampire smut.

Time, at least time that is not my own