So, the afterglow of finals was ridiculously short-lived. A few celebratory drinks were hoisted. Then, it was off to the races to get to Valdosta, GA for Crazy Greg's (and, by marriage, "Crazy" Meg's) wedding. Road construction had me miss the red-eye out on Friday night. After taking the first-flight out on Saturday, I landed in ATL, dove into the car Winning Run had waiting, and sped toward south Georgia. I arrived with enough time to put on my tux and rush to join the wedding party. Seattle to Valdosta, GA with thirteen minutes to spare. That's cutting it too close for comfort.
After the wedding, we hauled back to ATL. I slept in my bed with my wife for a few hours before hopping a plane back to WA to begin the summer semester. Now, I'm thoroughly embedded in the work of a few new classes and some remediation work for a few of the old ones. And, for some reason, I thought that this semester might be a little more relaxing. Evidently not.
To top off it all off, I came down with a horrible stomach flu shortly after arriving: up at 3am with projectile emissions from both ends for a few days. Ah, what could be better?
Between all of the running around and stress and loose ends that I'm trying to tie, I've not had a true chance to reflect on the goings on from the year. When the dust settles, if the dust settles, I share my thoughts. Until then, some good news: Winning Run was offered (and accepted) a job at her top choice of Seattle firms. I'm really proud of her, my rock.
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