6:10: Clean whatever mess the geriatric Jekyll has left on the first floor. Feed both dogs (reluctantly for many reasons unique to each).
6:19.5: "Good morning, Stryker!"
6:19.7: Feed, probe, buoy, consider and generally support the oldest.
6:51: School bus! Which comes right to the house-- miracle of God-Buddha-Oprah-Allah. Plus, the driver is Santa.
6:52-7:14: Matron quickly checks email, brushes teeth, finishes coffee and flees before Scarlett's alarm goes off in one minute and All the World's a Stage.
7:25: Arrive at LifeTime Fitness where she secures her position in size 1 jeans. Sorry.
9:20: Arrive at College XX where she deftly avoids the colleagues who plan to retire (and have30 years of stories to tell) in the spring and settles in for a guerrilla grading.
10:45-1:00: Office hours and amazing array of Student Distress, including stroke, gunshot and jail time.
1:00-1:50: Class! In which students experience breathrough and inquiry and all kinds of amazing breakthrough take place. Oh! Beautiful moment.
2:00: Workshop on Best Online Teaching Practices
3:00: Rendezvous with Tech Department, during which the Matron receives her college-issued laptop and a tour of said instrument.
4:00-4:45: Panicked emails and online communication with completely lost student desperately seeking all of her assignments.
Intermittent through Day: Phone, text, and email with the husband, the children, their teachers, and extended family/social network
4:45-5:45: Drive one hour to Grandma Mary, who is suddenly, desperately ill and alone at home, post-surgery.
5:45-6:15: Because the Matron knows her mother has no food in the house, she buys some.
6:15-9:00: General Care of the mother, including eventual understanding that the current crisis is a side-effect of Oxycotin. Further pharmacueticals are required so the Matron purchases, stocks and administers.
9:00-10:00: Drive home.
10:00: Arrive home to 2 out of 3 children wide awake and Needy in honor of her arrival.
10:55: Typing this to the tune of David Letterman. Oh--and the background sound of Scarlett's feigned illness, this time manifested as a dry cough. That girl has staying power.
Bed, anyone? Only to start again tomorrow . . . and your day?