There are three ways, three signs if you will, by which I know that I have overcommitted and become consumed with school and work.
1. I have an ambiguous sense of dread. Everything is frightening and I want to crul up in bed more than any other thing. It is ambiguous because when I am in it, I don't know what it is, why it is there or how to escape it. When I am caught within an ambiguous sense of dread, if I cought or sneeze, I have to rule out cancer as a first precaution because I figure that I must be, in some way, near death's front door.
2. My sacred windows close. Sacred windows of time with my family appear to me to be opportunities to get more work done knowing that everyone will understand.
3. I have neither laughed nor caused laughter in a span of three days.
If none of these are in play, I am probably pretty balanced - or am closing in on my ever enlarging capacity for denial.