I am still awake and it is after seven pm. This is a great victory. I am on my second day of antibiotics and my HEADACHE seems to be slowly dissipating.
I feel like I should be more overwhelmed by all the stuff that has gone undone on the days that I have gone comatose just after (or before) dinner. But I am not. Perhaps I am living in a state of well-rested, blissful denial. Who knows. I'm just going to enjoy this relatively peaceful and almost pain-free experience.
Nearing the end of the semester at the college. I am fighting the urge to beat myself up over all the things that I would have done differently if I had known then what I know now. What a clumsy sentence. Oh well. I didn't know where it was going when I started it. Ha.
These good things happened though:
Next semester I will have a better overall plan for what will happen ahead of time. It was hard to not know that I would be continuing in this position beyond fall semester. First to be told that my position wouldn't go past December. Then to be told it would continue through May. And finally to be told that my position would continue indefinitely.
Which for some reason brings to mind the Princess Bride:
Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.
Luckily, I will now be assuming the mantle of the Dread Pirate Roberts at Saint Paul College and I will be free to terrorize students to my heart's content.
Grateful Crap: pretty, pretty snow. Also, children who are engaging in very interesting theological discussions with their classmates. (Not the two-year-old. But give her a month or so and I wouldn't be surprised.)
took meds in the morning
drank almost enough water
did my four flights of stairs
took a short nap instead of the whole sudden comatose thing that lasts all night
Quaker, teacher, parent,