During finals, I had pneumonia. I would get up off the couch, unplug my vaporizer, and go sit in a classroom for two hours and collect finals, then go home, plug the vaporizer up again, put my head under the towel, lie down on the couch and try to breath.
I did that all week. I was really glad that I had finished grading the homework, so that all that was left were revisions and reflections. I must say, though, that I need to tweak the reflection assignment. I really don't want to read last-minute whining about how hard the class is.
Yes. Writing is hard. I've noticed. It is hard for me, too.
Last week and the first part of this one are my time off. The kids and husband are still in school, so I have the house to myself to catch up on what I need to do. I've done a huge amount of laundry, picked up the house, and actually made some things. I made Olivia a nightgown, which turned out cute. A top for me in the wrong size (also cute, but doesn't fit), and a dress, that is currently in two pieces because I had to shorten the top, which I discovered after I cut it out, and had it all sewn up.
