Tra-la. Today I had energy to burn. Cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed, washed floors, tried out a delicious new recipe for supper, the sort of good house-wifey things I’d normally rather stab myself in the eye than do.
Maybe it’s because I did the afternoon class, instead of the morning class. Let’s do the math: between the 3:30pm class on Monday and the 9:15am class on Tuesday is 17.75 hours. Between 9:15am on Tuesday and 3:30pm Wednesday (today) is 30.25 hours. Three classes in three days, but that middle one was a killer. Deadly. Spend-the-day-in-bed-ly.
Now, as anyone will tell you, math is not my strong suit. But I think I’m on to something here. I’ll try the 9:15 tomorrow and let you know. Stay tuned!
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