Yawn. It's definitely the start of a new school year. I have that "thank goodness I finished tonight's papers because I can't afford to get behind" feeling. It's a lot like a letdown after a big race or competition, except that it happened every night this week. After coming home, dealing with snail mail and voice mail, making and serving supper, and then helping El Grande with his homework, the time came to finish my own work. It took all of Survivor (don't ask me the tribe names, I was thinking about reading vocabulary and comprehension) and I missed Wheel of Fortune (which is fine with me because Jeopardy is MUCH better) correcting spelling tests. Early tomorrow morning I'll huddle at my desk and hope no one interrupts me while I enter the scores in my computer.
But it's a good kind of tired that I'm feeling. It's the kind of tired that comes from a full day, a lot accomplished, and all that's left are the prepare-for-morning routines. I can do that, feed bunnies, and then get into my pajamas. Pajamas. Mmmm...what a delicious thought.
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