Why is it that four-day weeks are so much more exhausting than the regular five-day ones?
Could it be something to do with the actual holiday?
I do not know. But I am grateful that I have another three-day weekend this weekend to recover from last week. How I’ll recover the following weekend when it’s all normal again, I don’t know.
But I slept in (at least in terms of hours spent prone) until 8:30A this morning. So the weekend goals are off to a good start.
*wrap up writing unit 5, all 6 weeks, and send it out to my other insane compatriots in the endeavor, by tomorrow morning. Eesh. (five-six hours)
*practice all three verses for tomorrow’s duets at both places, and try to nail hitting head and low simultaneously. (That’s good for another two-three hours.)
*wrap up the dang rewrite and send it out to Posse. (Could be hours and hours.)
*verify that the bubble sheets are correctly bubbled for the trimester assessments. (Yeah, math is definitely wrong in a few places.)
*Figure out why my shift keys aren’t cooperating with capitalization rules. (How long does it take to clean a keyboard?)
There’s housework, of course. Walking, at least, although I tweaked my lower back again yesterday/last night, so it’s annoying and a bit painful. Pain pills are in my future.
But I’m starting with the ugly–the next unit, and get it to my principal before Wednesday. I’m getting paid extra for doing this, but it’s not my favorite task, by any means.