The winter of soups is still ongoing. I've moved away from following recipes, because that currently requires too much forethought. The good news is that I'm apparently quite good at throwing random things into a pot and having soup come out. The other good news is that B has gifted me chili deliciousness for after my cold walk home tonight.
I don't know if you've heard, but it's winter, and that means that it is a mite chilly outside. I am surviving it. Every day I'm grateful that I do not have to pay the heating bill for my apartment. Most days I'm grateful for a warm, purring beast curled up next to me while I grade.
Grading has been ongoing, and is finally completed for the first unit. It's now time to turn my attention to all of the writing I'm supposed to be doing. There is a week and a half until spring break (and the next round of grading), and I need to make decisions, write abstracts, and finally finish reading that Agatha Christie book I started in December.
My schedule is on the insane side this semester (as you know, if you've tried to reach me at any time). Staying busy is good, right?
