It's been a long day and it's not over either. I've noticed in the past that the process of grading causes strange bodily reactions in me (ever had the paper that is so bad you spontaneously get up and pack up and start to leave the coffeeshop, but that doesn't work because you carry all of your stuff home with you and thus still have it? It's like some papers bring out my migratory instincts, or perhaps just my fight-or flight response.)
Well, today I had the strange reaction where, in the course of marking this one essay, I raised up my left hand, giving my side a good stretch, and held it outreached as if I wanted someone to call on me in class. But when I finally finished grading and wrote my final comments, I realized that I had never moved or put down my hand.
The worst thing is that I'd really like to repeat that on the other side and stretch it out for balance, but I'm damned if I can see how to use my left hand to write out comments.
Just wait. I'll know I've gone over the deep end when I start trying to paint with my feet, or something.