One more day

Good morning, Amanda.

I can't tell you how hard it was to get up this morning. I am so looking forward to four days off. No alarm clock, no rushing around.

Of the four hours we have to spend in school today, I teach only two--the first and last hours. It's killing me to be here. I just want it to be noon. I want to be on my way home from school, ready to call my dad to say," I'm ready for the bookcase. Come on over." Then I want it to be night, and I want to be sitting on the floor with all my books and a glass of wine, maybe Thanksgiving in a glass.

Have a great day and a great time with your parents!

Love, Barb