Time already for another installment of: You Know You're Wiped When...
... you fall down while walking up a staircase. True story. Happened to me tonight on my way to a class.
Maybe it's the 7+ contact hours with students each day or waking up to temps of 1 F (-17 C) or a combination of both, but whatever it is I'm exhausted, though ever grateful for:
- employment, doing work I enjoy
- central heating
- a comfy bed
[NB: Falling Up is the name of a book of poems by Shel Silverstein. While I haven't read it, I'm fond of the title. Maybe it's time to revisit some of Uncle Shleby's works and unwind a bit; Where the Sidewalk Ends was always a favorite of mine in elementary school.]