it's all fun and games until someone sets a deadline

Because it's still the beginning of the semester, my work hasn't started to pile up yet. And neither has the resultant stress. This semester is set up to be the best term of all time for me (as a grad student) in terms of the potential to get work done. I've only got one class (a seminar where we just sit and talk about research ideas), and I have to skip most of it every week because I'm teaching a class that meets in the middle of it. So that leaves me with most of every day available for research and writing. If all goes well, I'll be able to defend my thesis in April or so, which will leave me on track to get my dissertation started next year, which will leave me on track to get a job in 2032.

One nice thing about the first few weeks of this semester is that I've been able to do little (or no) work on the weekends. True, there have only been two so far, but I'll take what I can get. I've been filling my time with things like rearranging our files, cleaning the garage, etc. Yesterday, I would have liked to get our taxes done, but Sarah hasn't gotten her W-2s yet, so that was out. Instead, I ended up making a big batch of granola, two homemade pizzas, and pierogies (sauteed homemade pasta filled with rosemary and garlic mashed potatoes). Then I freaked Sarah out by rearranging all the furniture in the living and dining rooms.

But that doesn't leave me with much to do in the four hours I have before church today. Maybe I'll put all of the furniture back.