Stress Doesn't Even Cover It

Sure, there's the house-buying. But actually, the actual buying of the house is sort of going along without me at this point, so that's just background worrying that something will go wrong even though nothing likely will do so sort of stress.

Then there's the moving stress, which is moving into high gear.

Then there's the research stress, because I have a couple of things that I will need to accomplish between now and June 15, in the midst of moving.

Then there's the end-of-semester stress with classes and grading.

Then there's the "I'm an idiot and I agreed to be on a search committee" stress (though it's not a national search, and they need for it to be taken care of in like the next couple of weeks, and I've been promised that it won't be very much work - and I don't think it will because I suspect no more than 3 people will apply for it - and it is very important, and it's very important that my department has some strong say in who gets picked)....

Um, yeah. There is a lot going on with me over the next few weeks. Now, I'm sure it'll be great when it's over, but for now?

Holy. Motherfucking. Hell.

Oh, and to top all of this off, a Certain Person on Campus (and you know every campus has one of these) is trying to force Major Committee on Which I Serve to reconsider an issue on which we voted at our last meeting. This probably will be nothing, but I really had considered skipping out on this meeting today, and now that is just an impossibility.