At 4 am the prospect of going to work seemed like a pretty good idea. Of course, Eric and my dad had already let me know the night before that it wasn't in fact such a brilliant theory, so I'd already called in for the day. By 6 am their superior intellect became obvious and I crawled back onto the couch for extensive 9/11 coverage. After getting the kids ready to head to Grammie's for the day I've alternated between recordings of "Mystery" and snoozing. There was one brief moment in which, while driving to my mailbox (hey, it was raining), I contemplated the word "tacos" and mathematically determined I could in fact make it to Chipotle and home before Eric got home. The nearest Chipotle is in Rochester.
Honestly other than minor flare ups in apparent insanity and nausea I'm doing ok. The only reason I'm not at work today is because (well, other than the fact I might try to comandeer a school bus for a northernly trip) of the dizziness which comes and goes rather abruptly and makes the sudden urgency of finding a chair highly annoying. Tough to teach and grapple for a hand hold. Hopefully tomorrow. I actually miss the kiddos.
Thanks for all the well-wishing. I'm hangin' in there. Carpe diem. - Trela
Monday, September 11, 2006
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