I should be sleeping.  Seriously.  It's 3:10am on the Saturday after finals week.  I should be relaxed and happy.  I should NOT be thinking about class.  Yet for over an hour now I've been working on ideas for next semester.  I updated my calendar for my Spring Comp I classes.  Sure, part of this need for productivity comes from the fact that both my husband and daughter are snoring rather loudly, but part of it is simply that I love my job.