Concrete of the mind
Hi. There was a school dance last night. This means that I put in a 18 hour day. I was up at 5:10ish, was teaching by 7:15, was supervising the dance by 6:30 and got home around 11:00.
Right now, my brain feels as though it is made of concrete. It is largely immovable, heavy, and grey. Lifeless, really. Now, all I have to do is get through the day. Thanks God, for Fridays.