Weakling.

I have been out three nights in a row--not late, home either before or just after nine each night, and frankly I feel kind of trashed. I ask you. There was a time in the not so distant past when I was often out on week nights, and it didn't kill me. But I think, actually, that I could lie down now and not get up for, oh, twelve hours. Would that be okay?

And to top it all off, I'm not caught up and I'm not on top of things, and my neck hurts a little. I think I'll spend the weekend contemplating these facts and figuring out what movie to go to tomorrow night.

Also, it's only two weeks to spring break. That's good, and then after that it's not very long until the end of the semester. Stuffed in there will be some work, some grading, some finishing projects, probably some podcasting. But the weeks until spring? hardly any. The weeks till the semester's over? hardly any. Single digits. I can do this thing. I can do it prone, from my bed, with a remote in my hand.