Tomorrow I am off on a whirlwind week of adventures, guests, and travel and I am quite full of busy anticipation. I’m going to see The Decemberists play in The Big City, host a couple of out-of-town friends here in New Wye, and then fly off to California for my grandmother’s memorial. That last item is not something I’m exactly looking forward to, you know, who enjoys a funeral, and all, but I nonetheless have to get ready for it.  Practically the moment I get back to New Wye I’ve got to start teaching the first of my two summer courses. Fine. Not the exact moment I get back, but at 8:00 the next morning.   Which, to my jet-lagged body, will feel like 6:00 am.  Um, yeah. That’ll be nice.

What this has meant is that this week I’ve had to get all the course prep-work done (dealing with book-order problems on not one but two texts I need, making the syllabus, planning lessons, yada yada), pack for two trips (City Overnighter and California Weekend + Funeral = weird packing combinations), and make my house guest-ready.

Oh and another thing: starting tomorrow morning, I’m responsible for my own pets plus Egon’s little friend, Diego the Chihuahua.  My friend B., Diego’s human, is traveling out of the country for a while and her dog will be staying with me while I’m here. While I’m away, he and Eegs will be boarded together.  This will be the first time for him to be boarded while I’m away, and thinking about that has been yet another source of stress leading up to the trips.

As you can imagine, I’m feeling pretty cranked up lately. I tried to take a nap this afternoon, but I couldn’t.  I was feeling too weird and anxious, so I decided to get up and work out instead, which actually helped.  Now I am going to try to relax a bit, do my nails, and get myself in the right mindset to have a pleasant and delightful trip to the city with some of my best friends to see The Decemberists. (SO. MUCH. YAY.)  I may not be posting for a while here, but you can always follow my mundanities on twitter if you miss me too much.