1. Early wake-up call.
Norah was up at 5:45 this morning, and oh yay, it was "my" day to get up with her. Typically, she doesn't get up until 6:15-6:30, and it's surprising how being deprived those expected 30-45 minutes of sleep can affect me. In my zombified state, the only conceivable course of action was to get her milk, cereal and for us both to plop down on the couch and watch some Sesame Street. Norah is mad-crazy for Sesame right now, or "Sese" as she calls it and she asks for it all the time. We try to limit her viewing because, you know, every single study out there suggests that if you let your child watch too much TV, their brains will liquify and next thing you know, they're armed atop a bell tower.
2. Under Observation.
The dean of my department came to one of my classes this afternoon to observe my teaching. Every year, I have to get observed, which is fine, but no matter how often I've had a superior sit in on my classes, it's always a bit nerve-racking. Especially because the class he chose to attend is not one of my more lively classes. They're...okay. That's honestly the best way to describe them; nothing particularly bothersome about them, but they are very willing to just sit there, motionless, while I turn cartwheels to try and engage them. But, they were...fine...today; it was clear that only about 50% of them had read the assignment we were discussing (but short of pistol-whipping them for such a transgression, I've never managed to come up with a real way of enforcing the reading of assigned material), but I think, on the whole, the class went well. However, I won't know his thoughts about the observation until he fills out his review of me and submits it to me. Hopefully by next week.
3. Run-Run-Running out of Steam
I feel as though the end of running during pregnancy is in sight for me, despite the fact that I'm only 26 weeks along. It's been sporadic, at best, the past few weeks, and while I do enjoy it those times I do get out there, feeling obliged to run has begun to weigh on me, and it feels like an obligation I'd just like to ignore. Perhaps I feel that way about it this week because the cold I caught last week has lingered and I'm still not feeling great, or maybe, in this go-round, I just won't be able to run for as long as I'd like. We'll see. No ax yet, but I see it ahead on the horizon.