It's WHAT Time?

Today is the Slowest.Day.Ever. I cannot believe that it's only 10:15, third period, for gosh sake. I feel like I have already been here for weeks today.

It's because today isn't busy. I only have two classes scheduled, and neither one of them needs instruction; I taught them what to do on Tuesday and they're here in the library today looking for their resources. The counseling department is using our library classroom all day to teach juniors how to use college-searching software, so we didn't schedule any classes for instruction. And our computer network is slow, so there's no email, no access to the circulation system. In other words, I'm bored, and when I'm bored, I get sleepy.

But I do have a cup of coffee, which is meh cafeteria coffee, but still. Sometimes I take a sip of coffee and I feel like I'm consuming something intended for the gods on Mount Olympus. You know? It's just so good, life affirming, coffee is. I heart coffee, even decaf.

The last word I had on the Trip That Dare Not Speak Its Name is that my sister said "Why don't we just go to Disney World?" Now, I'm never opposed to that, of course, but she'd better make sure it's okay with the cousins, and she'd better make sure it's a cheap trip. She said she sees good deals in the paper every day; I said, well, I don't read the paper, so maybe you could check it out? I'm working all day and she's retired. I'll be glad to jump in when it's time to book stuff, but for now, yeah, maybe someone else who's not working -- that would be all three of them -- can do the legwork?

In the meantime, because I am who I am, I allowed myself the simple pleasure of looking over my Disney trip packing list, tweaking it here and there. If we go there -- wherever we go, actually -- I want this to be a simplified thing for me, so I'm working on packing simply. No computer, no extra cell phone, just the iPhone. If we do go to Florida or any other place that's humid, I'll let my hair go curly when I get there, so I won't need whatever else I do to straighten my hair here. The Sibs and I are committed to not checking luggage. This is a challenge for her someone who used to travel, even by plane, with the Costco size bottles of everything she needed. Our first trip to Disney together, she unpacked a foot-high container of baby powder and I laughed for ten minutes.

DW at the end of June -- when the cousins, it seems, really really really want to go -- is good and hot, but I've done it before, and it is Disney World, after all. (And did I mention that we also have to go to Florida in September, during freaking hurricane season again, for a Bar Mitzvah? That my cousin down there has three sons? The Sibs and I missed the first one last year because a storm blew in that then turned and blew out, so we could have gone, but we were chickenshits. This time, we've practically sworn in blood that we're going, and I am very fond of this particular Bar Mitzvah boy. But again, Florida in early September. Good plan.)

It's 10:30. Fourth period. I feel like I'm in Lost, and this has all happened already in the future, so we know how it's going to come out. Or something. Somehow, it's earlier now than it was yesterday. Hey, it doesn't make any sense on TV either.

Hours and hours later ...

Home, been home for ages, almost ready for bed. It's Friday, right? No? Shit.

Anyway, I went to my wonderful therapist today and she thinks I don't need to go anymore. Hey, I'm normal! (But you couldn't tell, right?) I can call her whenever I need to, etc. etc., but basically, I'm dealing well with things, she says. Oh, okay, I am, pretty much, until the next diagnosis comes along.

I'm going to settle in somewhere now. Good night, y'all.


waiting for TWO AND A HALF MEN :: ENTRY #2018
READING: Bel Canto by Ann Patchett