To illustrate my level of fatigue this week, let's consider Thursday night. After being at school until late at night on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday writing programming assignments, Thursday was a day of exhaustion. I went home at 3:00, taught a violin lesson at 3:30, and then returned to school to set up 5 new machines and monitors. At 6:00 I headed over to choir, walked in, and said, "I need to go to bed immediately. Is it OK if I take home some music?" They thought I was kidding. I was not.
Back at the ranch, I baked some hake (just salt & pepper, thanks, this is survival here), fed myself a small piece, and put the rest away for Friday. Then I went to bed.
On Friday afternoon, I went in the fridge for the hake and couldn't find it. "Hmmm...that's weird....oh no.... Oh no, indeed. On Thursday night I had carefully packed the hake into a ceramic container with plastic lid, and placed it, not in the fridge, but in its customary location in the cupboard. For 36 hours. Ack.
I am trying to keep myself from getting dangerously exhausted, since I'd prefer not to tempt my MS into making a dramatic comeback. It's hard to weigh that against the mayhem that will ensue in class when the students don't have enough interesting things to do, though. Particularly since, after a minor meltdown (by me) on Monday (fortunately not during class), the class and I have pretty much settled into a routine. Regardless, I'm totally proud of my body for holding up during the physical and mental stress. Good job, body! Keep it going.
Here I am at home, developing curricula.
