Around these parts, public school teachers got Thursday and Friday off school for the professional convention. I usually attend with a friend from college who is also a teacher. She's at a new job this year, and when I called at 8pm Wednesday night to solidify our plans for Thursday, she was still at school, poor baby. After another hour lying on the couch wishing for death or a least less snot stuck in my face, I called my bud back and cried uncle. She graciously let me bow out, and the relief I felt was almost overwhelming. Apparently I've been ignoring some memos from my psyche.
I slept in, baked, and ran errands over the last two days and I'm starting to feel human again. I think I'll do some writing at the library (I just started working on The Artist's Way; I'll update you later) and then do some grading when I get home. Maybe I'll be a real girl on Monday!