The sadness of Sunday

It's 9:00 in the morning, and that little weather chick in the lower left corner has got a sweater on! It's cold again. Already.

I wish I had one of those time-turner things that Hermonie Granger uses in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. I'm desperately trying to finish my paper for Monday and still have enough time left over to plan for teaching and also to listen to the first act of the opera, Aida. I'm in charge of analyzing the end of the first act. This is for my Musicology class, Race and Identity in Opera. We're studying post-colonial theory (particularly in the contexts of Egypt - I read quite a bit about this in the Peabody novels - and Africa) and focusing on two operas, Aida and Carmen. It all seems very interesting, and the business of empires gets me pretty fired up. The things that bother me: too much reading and Amazon.com which is taking its time to send me my recordings of the operas.

So here I am on Sunday morning eating cold cereal and milk, trying to up the page numbers in my paper and praying that I'll stay calm and organized till next weekend, at least, when the whole cycle begins again. Work intensively in the week; collapse on Friday; wake up groggily on Saturday; panic on Sunday.