This has been a rough month, and the blessing of it all is it will be DONE in four days. YAY. I am ready for January to be over. It has made me extremely grumpy.
I spent 2 1/2 weeks on antibiotics for an upper respiratory/ear/sinus/bronchial infections that made me sicker than I've been in years. My Daddy and Mary have had it too, and it's passing through school. To tell the truth, I still feel run down from this. I want to sleep whenever I can (only right now, I can't find the time).
It has been cold, cold, cold -- at least for here. I'm told old and achy for 22 degree mornings.
And school...well, it has been a challenge. Search committees, a tough schedule, and the feeling that I've been behind from the beginning...well, it just has been a slow start for me. I am being more critical than usual of my students. I don't mean to be.
Most of all, in four days, this research study Randy and I have been working on in earnest since December will be out of our hands. Last night, I was haunted by the ghost of Ralph Ginzburg in my brain. My former students remember him from Ginzburg v. New York in law class -- you know, pandering, mailing stuff from Blue Ball and Intercourse (which, i've learned, he only considered but settled on Middlesex.) I've been writing several hours a day for the last week, and I'm tired. My hands hurt. My BACK hurts. The paper has to be PDFed to the conference people by Thursday. I have no doubt the paper will be done by then, but I am tired.
But I am happy that in a few days it will be February, my favorite month of the year. I have a birthday two weeks from tomorrow, then there's the potential of a wonderful Valentine's weekend with my sweet husband. Plus some football, the Daytona 500, and the Georgia primary. Oh, and Jeffrey's Valentine dance, which I LOVE to attend (I can dance like a fool and no one notices). A BUSY 28 days. OOPS -- LEAP YEAR. 29 days.
I allow myself a plethora of birthday celebrations, a tradition started by my mother when I was a kid. I used to get one present for every year I was old. Sometimes, 20 of those presents would be a $20 bill, but she still managed to keep me celebrating all month long.
So next Friday, the celebrating begins. Janet and Don are coming to visit in Tampa, and Daddy and Mary will be passing through. We'll have a fun weekend, I hope, of sightseeing, cooking and eating, and enjoying good friendships. And football.
Of course, I have jury duty on my birthday...
Much love to you, and have a blessed end of this dreadful month.