We're both up way too early for a Sunday. I just can't seem to get a good night's sleep these days. Serge says it's because I'm stressed about being so busy and he's likely correct, but what to do? Suffer, that's what. Sigh. At least there's nothing major to accomplish today, save the marketing and some heavy duty puttering around the house. Tonight we're going to my favorite restaurant. The ex is in town for a conference so spouse and I are taking him there. I doubt we'll get pictures because the ex is quite controlling when it comes to the picture taking. (Read: no pictures allowed.) But it will be fun to catch up. Lately, we've both been reunited with long lost college buddies via, you guessed it, Facebook. So we'll likely gossip about those people over foie gras.
I spent all day yesterday putting together the course outlines for the classes that started last week. All ten of the new classes. Ugh. At least now the planning is done and all I've got to do is execute, which after 7 years of this, I could do blindfolded. Smile, you're on stage.
It's raining and 40 degrees outside. Practically tropical. Of course it won't last long, it's supposed to be back in the single digits by tomorrow morning. God this is boring. Is this what it has come to? Talking about insomnia, paperwork and the weather? I don't know how you've stuck it out this far, but I'll try to do better tomorrow.