Ugh. I spent all day fiddling with stuff on my computer and arranging times and spaces for spring art assignments. I knew that when I don’t bother making formal lessons or figuring out times for things there are reasons — one of them being how easily I am then thrown off by schedule changes — but I had forgotten the feeling behind this one. I just sit here for hours and hours organizing information. It’s not so bad at the time, but afterwards: ugh. The main problem is that I must neurotically move stuff about so that it all fits nicely — and nicely is really only a figment of my imagination. Especially since I’m not even confident that I’ll be able to insist on keeping to this plan. Anyway, tomorrow I have to design an impressionism lesson plan, and possibly a slide show that’s complex enough to take five hours of class time, but not so complex as to be unreasonable. Meanwhile, my brain feels like it’s been dropped in sludge.