One day missed, but I am trying to pick up and start again.
Tomorrow marks the return to school, with only three weekends left until our first speech meet. Tomorrow morning I meet with two of our newbies, and I don't have a piece for either of them. I have a vision of what I want, bu I don't know what that will translate to, and I didn't make it back to the bookstore to find anything (I managed to avoid the siren call of the stores after the holiday, even on Boxing Day).
I hate not being ready for the girls, but not as much as I hate being behind in my grading.
I've now contracted my husband's cold on top of my pre-existing lurgy, so the thought of being upright all day tomorrow is not pleasurable. I'm hoping the doctor will be able to tell me more tomorrow.