I'm doing a reasonably good job of managing my new schedule. But that task has been abetted by the absence of significant marking responsibilities. Now, though, that dreaded phase of the semester has arrived. I dislike grading more than just about anything I've done in life. And I detest late-night marking sessions, particularly when I have to rise very early the next day. I shouldn't complain, though. Compared to the proverbial "real" job that certain parties invoke when I rue my lot, it's a piece of steak. I only wish I had the opportunity to submit it to a more vigorous marinading before getting to work.