Both literally and figuratively.
Literally, my feet are hurting. Being back on my feet in the classroom apparently means that my plantar fasciitis is acting up a bit, and I'm feeling kind of gimpy these last couple of weeks. I'm trying to keep up my walking and exercise, but the result is that I've been really physically tired and achy recently, both my feet and my whole body.
Figuratively -- yikes, I'm worn out! I started out the year in my classes with the pedagogically sound but completely exhausting decision to give students a lot of low-stakes assignments so that they could get feedback early on without feeling grade pressure. Great idea, but clearly I didn't really think about execution when I was making that plan. I've kept up with my AP Lit seniors, because there are only five of them, but I'll confess that I've fallen behind with my freshmen, who of course are the ones who most could benefit from this feedback. Ah well. I'm not beating myself up, but I did postpone the due date on the next assignment for all of my classes so that I can finish up old grading before getting slammed with new essays to grade.
But it's Friday night, and my plan for the evening is to lie on the couch, drink a glass of wine, and watch The Roosevelts. Shabbat shalom!