I have recovered a little bit of my composure from the car thing. I have no idea when it will be drivable or what the estimate is. I'm waiting to find out. Until then, I'm just thankful they found it without more damage.
This has turned into a more hectic week than I'd anticipated. Aside from the car, I've been incredibly busy at work. But I'm keeping my head above water and will work this weekend to continue to do so and in the hope that I can take next Wednesday off. I gave my class their midterms on Monday. Unfortunately, I have not graded it yet, so they are going to have to wait until Monday to get the results. That's life.
Last night, I spent two hours calling Team In Trianing participants and thanking them for their participation with TNT. I volunteered to do it because (1) I want to help and (2) I usually volunteer to help for stuff. I didn't expect it to be as much fun as it was. Coach Jenny was there and she and I got to chat in between phone calls. It was a reminder of how much I miss Team. But talking to the participants and hearing the surprise in their voices when they learned it was a thank you call and not asking for anything was great. I was complaining a bit yesterday because I was tired from class Monday night and from the trauma of the car stuff, but I'm so glad I did it. It was a good way to build some karma and I seem to need that.
Tonight, I'm teaching. A lecture-filled two hours as I have to make up for not teaching Wednesday last week and giving the midterm on Monday. Tomorrow and Friday, I'm going to pack Patrick. He's going to Palm Desert for Thanksgiving with my parents on Sunday. I am trying to leave early Wednesday morning to go down there.
My mind is turning and won't stop. I just keep thinking about all the things I need to get done and how far behind I am. Ugh. I hate that feeling. It makes it hard to sleep. Plus, I still feel a little on edge after the car was stolen. I'm not one to be lax about locking doors and whatnot. I've had my fair share of incidents. But it still unnerves me to think it was stolen right out from under me and I didn't hear it.
I am trying my best to be calm. I can't cry over spilled milk and I can't undo what's already done. All I can do is just go on. The one good thing I've learned in the last year is that you can drown yourself in a sea of regret or you can keep swimming. So I keep swimming. It also helps that I have such a wonderful partner to help me through times like these. Sometimes, a simple thing like a hug or a squeeze of the hand goes a long way to making things better.
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