Today, I feel like I'm drowning. I have so much work to do. Late last night, the window in my bedroom slammed down on my finger . . . I am currently an injured typist. Finally, before I left the house this morning, my cat was on the roof. How he got out there . . . I really have no idea. At that point, I really felt like crying. Something's got to give. This afternoon, I have to make a list of all of the things I have to do, and slowly start chipping away. It is the only the I can think of that might make my situation slowly start to get better.
But for now, I have to breathe and get centered so that I can teach a class . . . about assessment of others who have issues . . . oh, the irony.