After a marathon campus visit/conference tour (traveling 16/19 days, including overseas) I got a job offer from my last visit as I was switching planes to finally make it home. It is tenure track, at a public R1 in a state I'd never been to, and don't know much about, but seems like a very interesting place to live.
The next day, my dissertation draft went to my committee. Now, with no el-wa7sh eating at my brain and no job market destroying my nerves, I am at a loss for what to do with myself. Suddenly, everything is over. It is unreal.
Even better, when I walked into class today my students were working on composing a sentence on the board using el-maf3uul el-muTlaq (a complicated, yet wonderful grammar point) to express how much they wanted to sleep. The student writing it got the grammar wrong, and another student corrected, and a discussion of Arabic grammar ensued. I was delighted.