This was the longest short week in school teaching history. At least my school teaching history. Between Gatsby's slipped disc (yeah, my dog is walking like a 90 year old man....when he can walk at all) and tomorrow's math placement test, a potential poetry workshop and balancing work/theater/conferences, well, I'm plum tuckered out. Yeah, I said that, you read it right.
Gatsby spent a very miserable day at home but now is on drugs and bed rest. Apparently dogs can slip discs. While it's painful for him and a hassle for me, I'm so glad that he's okay. The vet today and poetry class tonight prevented me from studying for my math test tomorrow (all part of Operation: DBH, beans to be spilled in an upcoming post) but I think I'll be okay. I need to keep my head on my shoulders, remember formulas, and remember that I totally schooled the GRE and this test will be (should be!) cake compared to that.
That's all I got...OH, except I signed up for Yoga. Yep, sure did.