Can I make it?

Another hour. I'm weak as a kitten from having had diarrhea for two hours this morning. Somehow I managed to get through my two earlier classes. The two afternoon classes are having work time, but I told them I'd be in my office to answer any questions. In another hour I can leave to drive home, if I don't fall asleep. I don't dare drink any coffee because of how upset my stomach was this morning, so I'm lethargic and sleepy with aching stomach muscles.

It's been a weird week. Last night I went to a presentation on Academic Service Learning given by my former GRCC colleague Mursulata Mohammad. It was good to see her, but the presentation wasn't terribly inspiring. The turnout was low, and I felt that they had not done much to promote ASL or Mursulata.

Afterwards, I went out to supper with my Esteemed Spouse, who had driven all the way up to have supper with me and to get my signature on all the tax documents: two cities, two states, and one federal form. We ate at Pizzeria Vivo, a place we normally love, but last night's meal must have reacted badly with my tummy.

I have so much work to do, and I feel so groggy. Can't keep my mind on anything. I just want to get in my car and start driving South. This semester cannot end soon enough. I'm running on empty. No energy. No enthusiasm. No vim, vigor, or vitality. Just fumes. I need sleep. No deadlines. No pressures.

There is a wasp in here in my office. Yikes. Maybe it's just a fly. Something is buzzing around my head. Reminds me: yesterday the major light in my apartment (a lone 75-watt bulb in the bed/sit area) blew out. Fortunately, my tall spouse changed it for me. He put in one of those energy efficient daylight bulbs, so the room seems like an operating room with that cold white light. Not very friendly or warm or flattering. When he removed the glass globe to change the bulb, dead flies fell on to my bed. Icky.

Today the weather is spectacular. I can hardly wait till it's deck-sitting time, although I'd love to rip off that crappy deck and replace it with a three-season room. I told my husband that it would be a better solution to have it come off the kitchen instead of the den, and I think he agrees. Oh, well. We can't do it this year. We just had to pay over $4000 in taxes.