Week Three

Well, today begins the third week of school. I'm kind of in that limbo area where I can't figure out if the semester is dragging on or flying by. Three weeks already? Or has it only been three weeks?? We're kind of in that dead lull right now where not much is happening. People are scurrying about like rats, trying to get ready for what's in store this semester. We haven't quite started having busy concert weeks, and it's too early to start scheduling for next semester. So I'm mostly biding my time doing paperwork, processing parking requests, and listening (currently) to the Big Phat Band. The selections change daily. Good thing, or I'd think I was in a rut.

28. That's my magic number. If I retire at 55, I'll have 28 more semesters here. Too early to start counting down? Well that assumes of course that I actually stay working here. Haven't heard anything either way, on either of the prospects currently cooking in the fire. But by age 55 I will have just over 30 years of service; really 31 plus whatever my accumulated sick time translates to. If I don't stay, I'd likely have to keep working till at least 62. Which I could certainly do. But I think I'm ready to move on. Heck on blasé Mondays like today, I feel like I could move on right now. Oh, to be independently wealthy. Where's the Publishers Clearing House Prize Patrol when you need them??

But anyways, today is a Monday just like any other, really. Cleaning up from the things that took place or came into the inbox over the weekend. Reminiscing over the past, daydreaming of the future. And just chugging along.

Sigh. Well, hey, it's already week three and there's only 28 semesters to go...