and so it begins

I’ve worked for the same university for 20 years, more if you count the time I worked there as a student. The start of the Fall semester is always busy. Always. It’s indescribable.  All you can do is keep your arms and legs inside the ride and hold on for dear life.

Now, let’s toss in a pandemic, just for fun. More classes than ever are going to be taught online. That means my particular skill set is in HIGH demand.

Now, let’s toss in my health not being great. And my mental health, under control yes, but still tricky sometimes.

Now, let’s toss in my wedding which will take place in FOURTEEN DAYS.

Yesterday I quit work at 6:30pm (I started shortly before 8am) and I ate ice cream for dinner.

I don’t want y’all to think it’s all bad. It’s not bad, it’s chaotic. And tiring. But I am still knitting, slowly. There’s nothing like a top down shawl to make you question your sanity.

Reyna is beautiful but I’m to a point where finishing a single row is an accomplishment.

Lest you think everything is shit… Lancelot found this little headpiece I got in Dubai and we had this moment of pure joy the other day during my lunch break. It’s the pieces of magic like this that make my life worthwhile right now.

Fourteen days…