Sometimes there’s nothing worse than a break. Now this might seem like heresy but after a relaxing Spring Break — where I got significantly less work done than I really should have — it was SUPER difficult to make myself get out of bed this morning. It helps that there are only six weeks left in the term (and one week of that six, I’ve cancelled classes to hold student conferences — so really only five left). But I want it to be summer pretty bad right now. The generally lovely weather here (that feels like summer from where I’m from) doesn’t help either — for me or my students. It also means that I couldn’t face tubes of fabric on my legs today.
Dress & purple flats: Joe
Tensor bandage: necessitated by my stupid dog tripping me. Jerk.
It’s hard to see in this picture, but you’ll notice that the mini FR is nude. That’s because when I came home from work today it was to discover that he’d trashed his harness over the course of the day. It’s now in several pieces. He’s nothing if not thorough. He too is clearly mourning the end of Spring Break when I was home constantly and, perhaps, more significantly he had a dog friend around.
(Sorry for the poor quality — this was taken on my iPhone.)
Got any tips for getting through the last bit of term?
My current plan is to drink more wine.