Wednesday has become my favorite day of the week. My commute is an hour both ways, I teach for an hour, and then I'm done with work at 8:00 a.m. I come home and grade or comment on papers. Sometimes I plan lessons. Sometimes I read. Wednesdays are lovely. Most of the time.
Yesterday I felt a cold coming on, and today it has arrived. I feel well, blah. My head hurts. My throat hurts. I'm cold. I don't want to do anything, certainly not comment on 26 papers about the scientific consensus on climate change.
I thought perhaps writing would motivate me in some way, but I can think of nothing interesting to say other than some days are like this. For all of us.
I think I will make another cup of chamomile tea and hope the Nyquil kicks in.
Yesterday I felt a cold coming on, and today it has arrived. I feel well, blah. My head hurts. My throat hurts. I'm cold. I don't want to do anything, certainly not comment on 26 papers about the scientific consensus on climate change.
I thought perhaps writing would motivate me in some way, but I can think of nothing interesting to say other than some days are like this. For all of us.
I think I will make another cup of chamomile tea and hope the Nyquil kicks in.
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