Yup, that's right. I've been bizzy. Very, very bizzy.

Massage school started last Monday, June 4th. While I think the intellectual/academic portion will be no sweat (I'm a professional student, eh), I need to pay attention to the physical work. I knew that would be the case.

I am so glad I took this first week of massage school off from work - I've been running all over, buying things, organizing things, shagging the Cajun, going hiking, and I'm just knackered. I take a very late boat home, arriving around 12:15am. For the next two weeks, I have to do that AND be at work some days by 7:45am.

Luckily, my sleep has improved considerably. I am taking anti-inflammatories 4 times a day, and that reduces my chronic low back pain to a degree that allows me somewhat peaceful rest. I have given up worrying about not sleeping in my bed; the couch does the trick. I come home, watch one and a half episodes of South Park, and I'm gone. Zzzzzz.

I've been drinking regular coffee solely for medicinal purposes. I almost never do that. As in, I can count on one hand the number of times I do that in a year. I just remember that the need is temporary.

Downside? I'll miss the retirement party for work, or at very most, I will attend for a half hour before dashing to the ferry and then to school. I can't miss Kinesiology; it's just one day a week. I haven't missed this party in my seven years at the district.

It is a bit onerous to be 40 years old and have a master's degree, but having to attend 1.25 hours per week of study lab for the first two terms, as if I'm a recent high-school grad with no study skills or self-determination. I save bullshit stuff for that time, or I re-read my texts. Whatever. I'll play the game.

One really difficult issue is a woman in my class (when I transfer to afternoons, I guess I'll get a whole new crop of "issues") who has a clear cognitive deficit. I am angry that the college would have taken her money. She is so obviously not able to keep up. I don't see how she is going to get through this without substantial tutoring and accommodations, which the school is not required under law to provide, because they don't accept federal funding. She could get some stuff through a 504 plan (general disability access law), but wow. This will be painful to watch. If she succeeds, I will be the first to be happy for her. But the struggle is hard to watch.

I'm going to watch "How It's Made" and veg out until it's time to get the boat.

TGIF.