Just In Case I Deliver in the Next Week

I am, as they say, getting my ducks in a row.

It sort of feels like those days I have to scramble and cancel everything but the most critical because LG is home sick. 

In case you were wondering, here's what's made it to the top of the list:

1. Taking care of my will--online. [mostly done]
2. Reading submissions for a student program I run.
3. Writing three letters of rec.
4. Cleaning my desk.
5. Paying bills.
6. Making a (private) baby registry at Amazon.
7. Misc phone calls and emails, mostly of the setting up and cancelling appt's variety. [neverending, but caught up]

What will be ignored, unless I am granted a few more weeks, or have a sudden burst of energy:

1. My own writing deadlines.
2. All home repair projects.
3. Actual purchasing and/or setting up of baby stuff.

And I think this weekend will consist of playdates and/or "pajama and a movie day" for LG.  Because this leaving the comfort of my bed stuff?  Not so fun anymore.

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In other news, things look more agreeable in terms of my chair's plan for me for next semester.  All the "service" work I'm supposed to can really be done from late March through the end of the semester, and I should be able to avoid daycare to do it (just need willing friends or babysitters to watch The Boy for a couple hrs here and there).  And he's still thinking I will be (knock wood) on a legitimate post-tenure sabbatical sometime next year as well, during which time I can finish this book project.  Final word on that should come in on or before Dec 15.  Don't you just love how the tenure clock and the bio clock coincide?  (Snort)