I'm frustrated with myself for not being more on the ball with these; there's really no good reason I didn't just do them all a month ago (except that up until last weekend, the MLA website kept crashing every single damn time I tried to access the job list). And now I've requested that recommendation letters be sent from Career Services, but I'm not sure how quickly Patti will process that; she's probably deluged with requests right now. I may miss out on jobs, just because of lateness. Irritating.
But on the other hand -- well, I'm busy. And I'm mostly busy being a writer right now, which is what I'm supposed to be doing. And if I don't get an academic job next year, I'll just be writing full-time, and possibly supplementing our income with a little adjunct composition work. I can always apply again for academic jobs a year from now, and my position isn't likely to be worse, unless I get truly horrible reviews for Bodies in Motion. So as Kevin keeps telling me, I should just relax.
Tossed and turned all night, clearly under stress. Maybe I'll nap on the plane. At least it'll be lovely and warm in Tempe this weekend.