Life has been a bit more crazy than usual for the past couple of months.

There’s been a time where I’ve just wanted to curl up and not move for days, but I press on.

Kid sister has moved to Avon.    That’s about an hour plus away.
Her new and first, as far as I know, the apartment is on the third floor.  It took about a month to find the place and a couple of weeks to move her in.
—  I’m kind of proud of myself that I could run all of the small stuff up the stairs while she tried to figure out where to arrange things.
—  I think I went up and down three flights of stairs some twenty or thirty times in an hour or two and didn’t become winded at all.   Not bad for an overweight 40-ish something.

The city is getting ready to widen the roads leading into town.   Internet has been very intermittent for the past month.    It’s better now, but it would just disappear for hours at a time.

I have a date to go back to Florida and been trying to mesh all the doctor appointments into what time I have left.

And, I have two classes.  ENGL202.
Which is fine.   Money money, but half of them seem to have mental hiccups, three are pregnant, and there’s an unusually high number of older students.   Older as in older than me.    They’re not exactly the best at knowing how to upload documents or other computer basics.

——-   Guessing most of them had ground campus before my online class.

The tricky thing is that they’re all withing a semester or two of graduating.

Their whole attitude is something that I’m exceedingly acquainted with.  Instead of reading the directions, they bash at assignments until it’s difficult to flunk them just for the sheer effort of doing the wrong thing.

They work hard, not smart.

It’s a toxic combination of angst, stress, and depression.  –  For the students and myself.

Yeah?

Getting ready to jet.
Another appointment.

Take care.