Thanks for the kind words everyone. Things with my Mom are stable in terms of physical health, but up and down in terms of mental stuff. Let me say: my brother is truly a rock in the best ways.
I had a meeting yesterday to help me do a report on our assessment reports. I have two to do, one for college stuff, and one for our programs. The college one is due first.
The person helping me spent about 45 minutes talking about how to do this massive, complicated excel database form. And then mentioned that I could use the same form I used last year if I wanted. It's a pretty simple form. The difference is that if you use the new excel form, then you only have to work with one document, and once you enter everything, you can basically pick up back up next year to update. So that would be good. But it's incredibly complicated, and I suck at doing more than basic database stuff with excel.
I had a meeting earlier this week with admissions. I thought the meeting was going to be them telling me things. But instead, I found out once there that I was supposed to tell them all about my department. So off I went. I wish I'd been better prepared.
I still need to work on my syllabus. That's going to happen this afternoon, is the plan. I hate not having it done yet. Classes start Monday. I wonder when my break is supposed to happen?
I seem to spend a fair bit of time in any given week comforting various faculty/instructional people about stuff. It's important, but it's a lot of time and energy. I wonder if the time/energy investments for this comfort were the same before covid?