I shouldn't use sports metaphors since I don't know much about sports; I do remember running in half-marathons decades ago and what the home stretch meant to me. When the end was in sight, I sprinted. It was a pretty feeble sprint after running 13 miles, but I just couldn't give less than my best at that point without disappointing myself deeply.
We have two weeks of classes left, and my responsibilities as department chair are starting to dwindle. Already a significant fraction (around 20%?) of departmental correspondence has shifted to my successor. Part of me wonders if I should feel some sort of jealousy/envy/resentment, but mostly I just feel the fatigue, the mental fog and the pain in my body. I think that I'm tackling what remains with my best effort. I hope so.
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