M, T and I are watching this week’s episode of Chuck. Well, M’s working out while she watches, but T’s on the couch and I’m in the glider. N is on the computer and S is on Wii. Welcome to after-school decompression hour.

I’m tired. This morning I woke at four, hit the gym a little after five, knocked out thirty on the elliptical, then an hour of hoops, followed by thirty minutes of weights. Yesterday I did the elliptical and three miles on the treadmill. I think I should stop worrying about the scale…the number isn’t as meaningful with all the other types of working out. In fact, according to some websites, I’m not eating enough calories. Ok, I’ll stop now before I develop an eating disorder.

So this morning, after returning home, I worked on converting a syllabi’s grading scale before submitting the paperwork into undergrad curriculum on Friday. Whoo-hoo! However, I wanted to make sure the grading scale matched with the latest drafts so I left the work until tomorrow. So I answered a shitload of email (faculty council committee confusion) and outlined some research until lunch. After I ate/folded laundry I hit the library to pick up more of those dinosaur books for N then, on a lark, grabbed Murakami’s Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World from home and hit the coffee shop. The coffee shop was nearly empty. The woman behind the counter, when I asked about business, put it well when she said, “There aren’t a lot of people around here.” Well, then. I grabbed a good chair near the window and settled in with the book. Man, I need a half hour on my own with a book in that chair. The coffee was good, too. Later I returned home, grew frustrated with NPR’s shitty downloading system, and cleaned the kitchen.

And here I am. What’s for dinner?