Exhausted

I am exhausted.  No, I'm bone tired, as my grandmother used to say.  My day started at 8:30 with I have no idea how many meetings.  I met with everyone of any importance at SLAC.  I liked most everyone, but I'm not sure we would be happy here.  Even if the CU offer weren't a consideration, I'm not sure this is the place for us, for a whole variety of reasons.  I'll write more once I've processed it all and have slept, which I will go do now.

My life would be much simpler . . .

if I didn't like these SLAC people, much simpler.  But given the wonderful evening I just spent with the chair of the English department, I think that simple may be out the window.  She is lovely, and if we were to meet at a cocktail party, we'd be fast friends, I know.  Tomorrow my day is crazy.  I start at 8:30 and go until 5:45, and then I have dinner with the search committee.  I teach a class, and I give an informal presentation on my research.  I think I will be fine--exhausted, but fine.  I'll write more tomorrow night if I don't collapse as soon as I get to the hotel.