It's been bound to happen; it kept almost happening; it finally did happen: I am completely and utterly swamped. I have about four times as much work as I have time. Some of it crucial and some merely important; none is negligible.
Having just finished reading this week's portion of Dickens's Bleak House, I am to read the next portion (weighing 340K in plaintext, to give you an idea) by Monday.
I have about 15 articles to read for Prof. Ben-Porat's seminar to begin, and I'm only halfway through the first.
I have a few dozen more pages to go in Balzac's Pere Goriot, which would then free me (ha!) to begin Austen's Emma, and to finish Njal's Saga, which I'm halfway through but have not been reading for a couple of months. These three must be read by the beginning of December.
Aside from that, there are ongoing assignments in Greek (I've been doing only small bits of the assigned homework, and submitting none for correction) and Greek History (five more essays by the end of next week), and Latin homework (easy, not much of a time drain).
Then there's work (four days a week, a couple of hours each day), the much-neglected BY project, and preparing the glossary and notes for the third book of the Iliad by Thursday.
I just can't do it. I'm bound to drop some of these balls. So far, BY and Greek were the balls I was dropping mostly, more by inaction than by decision. I feel terrible about this, but the only relief I can think of is taking unpaid vacation from work for the remainder of the semester. Probably possible, but would cause the project some considerable strain. I'm still treating the idea as a last resort.
This entry is by way of explaining my relative inactivity in LJ, both in reading and in writing. And now, back to the books.
Oh, the title alludes to a character in Bleak House and to my situation.