Hit by a bus named ‘fall semester’

Ooof.

And the bad part is – it’s hit both personally and professionally.

Professionally, I’ve never seen a fall semester like this.  I’ve been through eight fall registration seasons, and when they say more people are going back to school, particularly at community college – they aren’t just whistlin’ Dixie.  If we weren’t so far backed up with requests, we could probably have even more students enrolled.

Personally, this semester marks my last (Universe willing) as a grad student.  Yes, just a mere 50-page paper, completely designed course, and eight hours of comprehensive exams stand between me and my degree.  Tonight, it just dawned on me in order to have everything wrapped up in plenty of time, this should all be accomplished by early November.  That’s two months away.  The exams alone recommend spending 50-100 hours studying.  I haven’t done the maths to see if there’s even 50-100 hours left after work, sleep, travel, and completing the paper and course.  I imagine the answer would petrify me.

So, in light of all of this, what did I think would be a good idea?

Chaos topped with crazy, anyone?

Taking two computer classes.  Sure, why not?

And in other news, I had a very good mail day last Monday.

Fearless Fibers sock club shipment #1, plus another FF skein that needed to come along, and fiber received for my ASU swap

I tried out a Ratatouille recipe.

Note to self: next time, use bigger baking dish

I spun some roving that wasn’t Parrots. (if you’ll recall from the last post, that bird is finally done)

ASU fiber in very non-Parroty colors

I finished some socks.

Impressionist socks in CTH African Grey

And started some more.

Nebula in Juliespins Grapelicious

And baked some Halloween cupcakes.  In August.  I’m getting a head start.  (PS – they’re being consumed now, I’m not making anyone wait until October)

'Tis the season, sez me

So, I’m not entirely sure how the next few months will play out, trying to fit in work craziness, plus school craziness, plus fibery pursuits (because denying myself that will unleash a whole different brand of crazy), plus all the other necessary things of life.  I think it’s appropriate to end this post as it began.

Ooof.