Relief

Finally! Spriiiiiiing Breeeeeeeeeeeeeak! (No, we are not going to Cancun and making unfortunate decisions. We're staying home and entertaining my parents.)

I kind of collapsed all over the finish line, this time. Apparently, I don't operate on three and a half hours of sleep anymore; my presentation in the morning went fine, but I was already wearing down by the second half of the class. And my allergies were acting up worse, because everything's worse when you haven't slept. And I'd forgotten a whole bunch of things that I needed (water bottle, allergy medicine, wallet).

And so, I was attempting to rush through the afternoon's readings over lunch (which I usually spend a week reading), and falling apart, when I turned to the guy who shares my office and asked, "Should I bother? I'm already feeling terrible, and I won't be able to contribute or get anything out of the afternoon class." He'd seen the wicked coughing fit I'd had in the morning, and made the point: "Do you know what's worse than missing a class? Having to leave it half-way through." (He's the one who'd had the flu last week, and he's really wishing he'd taken it easier on himself when he was starting to feel sick, and not pushed himself to go to class.)

And so I called Chris, who'd been panicking and praying ever since he saw all the stuff I left at home (especially the allergy stuff and my water), and he came and got me. And so my Spring Break began three hours earlier than planned. But I'm glad that I just went home. I got sleep, and so now I feel better, and there were all kinds of signs pointing to the fact that, if I had gone to class, I would have had a worse panic attack than the one I had a couple of weeks ago, and then where would I be?

And so, after the jumble of crazy and yucky that I'd been all morning, I got to go home. It's been hard winding myself down for the break. (Yes, I need to work, but in general I need to wind myself down.) I didn't do any reading last night or this morning, and instead have been hanging out with the parents. I've needed that.

Time: 11:48am
I am wearing: my University of Delaware t-shirt (which always gets people asking me if I went there), grey baggy pants, a navy zip-up bunnyhug, rubber-soled slippers, and little bobbly pigtails holding half of my hair.
I have eaten: waffles, fruit, yogurt, juice, coffee... (Chris is in "good host mode," what with the parents here. Not that we don't normally have all this on Saturday mornings.)
Plans for the day: grocery shopping and touring my parents around the city.
Unlike the rest of the occupants of this house, I will not spend my week: doing Sudoku. (Chris and my parents love that stuff.)