You’re sick, so you stay with your germs in bed. I’ll get you some trail mix so you don’t go poking around the hearse. — my wifeFreudian Slip (Jerz’s Literacy Weblog)
Yes, she really said “hearse.”
I’m not that sick, but it’s true that I can only concentrate on one thing at a time.
I have been in bed most of the weekend. I went home early Thursday and Friday, though both days I had an 8am exam to give, and I did drag myself out of bed for graduation exercises.
I’m actually fine in the morning, after a good night’s rest, but in the midafternoon I start to fade pretty fast.
My wife took the kids to her aunt’s house for the day. Last year, I was also sick on Mother’s Day, and Leigh took the kids to her aunt’s house without me.
This comes at the worst possible time, because I still have final grades to figure. Then there is the final onslaught of meetings, paperwork, and projects that everybody puts off until grades are finished. So I’ve got myself scheduled full-time through June 1.