- empty and refill dishwasher and run it and empty it again (we were both too tired last night, and now I have a sink full of dirty dishes which is not the way I like to wake up, sigh) -- DONE
- feed children and get them to school -- DONE
- send FogCon check to Sonya (the SLF serves as fiscal sponsor for FogCon, so donations to them are tax-deductible) -- DONE
- clear out trash on front porch (gardening stuff) and organize for winter -- DONE
- finish ASAM work -- DONE
- grade various small exercises and prep for tomorrow's classes (send out Ted Chiang materials!) -- DONE
I don't know how people with 9-5 jobs + commuting cope with the rest of their lives, I really don't. All sympathies to you!
6:30 update: I have a sudden urge to commission an illustrator to do a sketch of an eight-armed version of me -- calendar in one hand, list in another, a child clutched to my side, a book in a fourth hand, a gardening trowel, a laptop and cup of tea precariously perched -- that's only seven hands, but perhaps the eighth will simply wipe the sweat from my brow, and above my head, a banner unfurls with an Allie Brosh-like battle-cry, "Do ALL the things!!!"
9:30 update: I was having trouble motivating to get anything done. So I changed out of my sweats into jeans and a dark grey hooded sweater that makes me feel like a winter elf, ready to do battle with a mountain of chores. Oddly, it helps. I will be swift and mighty, like the night. I know that makes no sense. And yet, it works.