I am going to sit out on the back deck with beer and try to calm the beast. I will try not to think about the fact that my syllabus is not done, that every day, there is more to do than can possibly done. But the odd thing is, all this work makes me feel, not bedraggled, but wired, excited, exuberant even. Somehow I feel the need to tame all that excitement, to settle myself. I feel like a child at a birthday party. There’s just too much to do, too many people to talk to, but it’s all fun and exiting.