Going Into Tuesday Wishing It Was Friday Where I Could Sleep Away the Week

Monday was rough. Something tells me that Tuesday and Wednesday are going to be worse. I barely made it to 8 o'clock last night. I couldn't keep my eyes open as the last two weeks (or perhaps 7 years) finally caught up to me. My eyelids wanted to shut to match my brain that no longer wanted to work.

Today, it's a return to meetings, meetings, meetings, and then graduate courses. To add to the rhythm of the semester, too, there's another predicted snow storm, potentially inhibiting yet another Wednesday of classes - this will be the 4th nor'easterner this season, and the 3rd to hit on a Wednesday.

I've written the other two times that I'm planning for scenario 1, then scenario 2, and of course for scenario 3. It is exhausting having to plot out three ways to run the course, but that is the way it is this semester. Why not make this Wednesday any different?

I will take this morning to sip coffee, to read, to plot out action, and to complete all I failed to do last night because I simply had to crash. All the driving, all the presenting, all the fretting, all the political work and all the traffic - well, it did me in.

I'm in need of ginger ale, chicken noodle soup, and several hours of mindless t.v. (ha, as if I've ever allowed myself such a luxury in my life).

We got this.