It's Thursday night and I'm up late writing lesson plans for tomorrow. I've been sick all week but am well enough tonight to go back to work--in this case I'm teaching classes at the local public school--my other part time job. To be honest, I dislike teaching this subject, largely because I am underqualified to do so (trust me). However, I have a verbal contract to see this through to the end of the school year. So while I'm still hoarse, I'm understandable.
Because I've been sick, I've had to extend my time at the job I'm trying to quit for one more week so that I can follow through on some self-imposed obligations. They were only too happy to say yes to it.
When the time comes for me to apply for my next job, I want a glowing-No! Wait!-luminous reference.
I've lost a week of writing and editing. Feeling lousy isn't exactly conductive to creating.
What a weird period of time this is.