Days of Ruin

I don't know if I have a serious case of Seasonal Affective Disorder or what, but I went in to work today and I was just not at my best. I felt out of it, even after a cup of coffee (a cup of my Dad's coffee, which should mean something to those who know), and things just did not go well for me throughout the day. Not even watching Modern Times with the kids was enough to cheer me up, as I'm fairly sure they didn't appreciate it or see how it was relevant. I was also bummed to have to go back to work in the late evening to run a parent/teacher conference, although the conference itself was pleasant enough. To top it all off, my neck has been killing me all yesterday and today, and I can't figure out why. Did we sit too close to the screen at Cloverfield (and am I really that old)? Was I hunched over my DS questing puzzles for one combo too many? Am I possessed by the neck demons?

I don't know. I don't mean to whine, though I still feel better whining in my blog than posting nothing at all. I just wish it were summer, as difficulties all seem easier for me to manage during the warm season.

I think I should probably go to sleep. I have to wake up tomorrow and do about a hojillion billion things, when all I want to do is lie down and do nothing. Here's hoping for some really mature, self-aware deeds on the part of the students to drive home once again for me the value of my work. It's not unlikely that this will happen--but somehow Wednesdays have a way of running me down this year. Not sure what that's about.