One more class. The last session of our very intense, most-valuable-class-to-date will be this coming Friday. I've got a final project due before then, and then life might return to so-called-normal. It's been a strange week and it's only Monday, but I'm booked for guest teaching jobs already as well. Nice to be wanted... ;-)

Fallen off the face of the earth? I suppose it looks like that. So, classes started again in January, and there was a lovely MLK weekend holiday when we didn't meet, after which I *finally* decided to look at what I had coming due, and discovered I had to scramble. A FRANTIC two weeks later, I'm currently caught up (mostly) and life finally can return to what passes as normal around here.

The Boy and I are both working with spreadsheets to track our homework assignments now and we'll see who manages to keep themselves out of trouble. This is the most intense semester that I'll have. Due to scheduling problems, last semester was a light one and we're making up the missed credits now. We have another break coming up over Presidents' Day weekend, and thanks to my handy-dandy electronic 'This Is What You Need To Be Working On Now' list, I should be able to use the time well. Or at least that's the plan.

Oh, and we almost have our income tax paper work ready to file. This is amazingly early. There may be hope for us yet. Now to get the Xmas stuff put away... ;-)