How often does your day start out well and then go rapidly downhill? Fortunately for me, it isn’t too often. And even more fortunately, my downhills are really only very small anthills. It seems as though perhaps I could be labelled something like “Drama Queen” if I was to be totally honest with myself. Fortunately again, there are only a limited few who get to see this side of me. Most people around me think of me as the rational, stable one. Boy, have I got them fooled.
So the good. I went for my run this morning. This happened despite the cold (weather) and despite the cold (virus). I got the boys to daycare, got out on to the trail and got my 2 miles in. It wasn’t fast or pretty, but I got it done. Home, shower, work.
The work day started out well. I had to relieve a colleague at 11 AM from her role as exam proctor. So I got to sit on my butt for 90 minutes and do nothing. Nothing included checking email on the iPad and starting a new free book that I had downloaded from Amazon at some point in time. Since buying a Kindle, most of my stuff is on the Kindle. Of course, that Amazon cloud thing is the best thing ever and I can put all of my books on all of my devices. It even syncs it all up for me so I can start out on the same page on whatever device I am reading. But I just started a new book this time. The book I am reading on my Kindle isn’t that gripping. Shortly after my colleague left, a student had a problem with her computer. Between me and another proctor, we managed to hook her up on a loaner computer. Crisis solved. But before long, another computer gremlin attacked. This time, I was the only faculty member left in the room. The other proctors had no idea what to do. I managed a half-arsed solution and in the meantime, resolved yet another computer issue by emailing my colleague who had already left. Things didn’t turn out so bad until I looked at the exam stats. My questions sucked! Seriously, they really, really sucked. It means that either the students are dumb (unlikely since they are medical students), I didn’t teach the stuff well, or the questions were simply too hard. My guess is that it was a combination of the latter two. I have been teaching this section for several years and this is the worst my students have ever done. While this doesn’t sound like a catastrophe to most, it is a big blow to the ego to me.
This brings me to the ugly! Yesterday I blogged about my debate over buying a bottle of wine to enjoy tonight. As you can imagine, my somewhat drug-dependent mind rationalized that I would feel much better after a couple of glasses of wine. Just a couple because if you remember, two is my safe migraine limit. Three is usually, but not always OK. Any more than three and I can kiss tomorrow goodbye (unless I have a stock of migraine meds – which I do, even if it has almost dwindled away to nothing). So I crack open the bottle as I put the pizzas in the oven. Sit down with 3 year old to relax in front of some SpongeBob Squarepants, a favorite in this household. Dinner is ready before I finish my first glass. Doing very well in my humble opinion. Refill not quite empty glass and drink with dinner. I then rationalize that I haven’t yet had two full glasses so I fill it up again. I tell myself that my very few blog followers will be expecting some sort of weakness or set back so I might as well go for it. Older child wants to watch a different movie so we go upstairs to the guest room. Pop in Toy Story 2 and I read from the Kindle while he watches Woody and Buzz. Enter into the room a one year old miniature Golden Doodle at the same time as my husband. Before I could comprehend who was in the room, the dog has jumped into my lap, spilling my full glass of red down my almost non-existent cleavage! Since I am sitting on a white comforter, I leap up and break a record running for the bathroom. Husband is laughing his head off.
I put shirt and my favorite PJ pants into a sink to soak and head downstairs to refill the almost empty glass. But here is where things get very strange. Instead of refilling my glass, I find myself rummaging through my plastics cupboard in search of a funnel. Then, as though driven by some divine force, the remaining wine in my glass ends up back in the wine bottle! I have had enough wine for one night! What the heck has got into me? I decide not to fight it. Instead, I rush for my office and head straight to my blog! Somewhere out there in cyberland, someone will understand what just happened to me!
And now, the grand finale. I want to post a pic. I got to see some beautiful pictures by PhotoBotos.com and they inspired me to put some of my less talented photos up. Since this is a blog about me, I suppose I should explain my pics, but for now, let’s just say, I really love these birds.
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