Enough of the eye. I'm all better.
The much anticipated two week hiatus from the school children is upon us. Some of us are traveling to far away places. Some of us are looking down the road towards new and different possibilities. Some of us are just catching up and that is good too. I wish you all whatever you wish for yourselves.
I could use a a pair of those doggie alien contact lenses of Weasel's about now.
I've been pretty sick for the past two weeks but I've been coming to school because each day I kept thinking I was getting better. you feel a little better today, right?
Friday night I stayed at work to get my piles of papers in some order and update my school webpages and think about lesson plans for this week. Later, I met my husband and his friends for dinner on 5th Ave. I was feeling a bit off but chalked it up to a tiring week. By Saturday I felt a bit worse but figured it was the result of a sleepless Friday night after having gone to bed with a pounding headache. By Saturday evening it was written all over my face she's sick and sicker. While I managed to make an early appearance at a family cocktail party on PPW, the school auction was out of the question. Sunday dawned, I had a raging fever and pretty much every unpleasant symptom imaginable. I spent the day staying alive. By midnight, I could no longer see as my eyes were glued over with the same substance being produced by my respiratory tract. I really don't think I've ever felt this sick in my adult life.
I am home today waiting to (finally) see a doctor, not my own, mind you - he only sees people on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Contracts are due today, I never did sign mine. I'm not sure I could even find it at this point. According to Listmaker's blog, they will officially start looking to replace me tomorrow.
Maybe we'll all get better.
You are Saint Francis of Assisi! You don't care what you look like (or smell like) as long as you can live simply and help the poor. You should be receiving your stigmata any day now.
Hey I already have it.
I was really into The Lives of the Saints in my early adolescence. My friends and I loved the story of Maria Goretti - most fascinating. She was "martyred" at the age of twelve refusing the sexual advances of her twenty year old neighbor. Why sainthood? I guess you had to be there.
My martyr obsessions soon morphed after the fab four landed at the newly renamed JFK Airport into something more like "to which Beatle would I want to lose my virginity?"
St Francis is perfect for where my head is right now. I could definitely see myself living in a simple cave in the hills outside of Assisi...as long as there was wireless Internet service.
Which Saint Are You?
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