It's Just That Time of Year.

Arrived at church to find out that I was in charge of the 3 year old class; I thrived so much in that context that sometimes I think if there was such a thing as a "cleaner" (you know lone-ranger, last minute, under-the-radar, who-was-that-masked-man, picture Harvey Keitel in Pulp Fiction...) who wrangled three year olds for a living, that'd be a good job for me.

As it is, the good job I have demanded the rest of my day, painstakingly reconstructing syllabi, course calendars, assignment descriptions and course web resources; tasks that are not intellectually demanding except in the sustained attention that they require.