Six. More. Left.

All six remaining papers have been started, stopped, and despaired over dozens of times so far. It seems like this always happens: I end up with a handful (or 6) that I just Can. Not. Grade.

Okay. We’re off to a holiday party at the Squirrel’s in two hours. These papers will be done by then. Nothing else will have been accomplished today, but the papers will be done.

And then tomorrow I can deal with the looming issues about my own work that should have been dealt with last month.

I am a completely non-religious person, but I wouldn’t discourage people from praying for me.