Everything is surreal, the next day, after only six hours of sleep. I went through the motions teaching, breathing and being today. Last night I went to bed way too late with the full knowledge that I would be teaching 10 hours with a start at 930 am. I don’t know what the heck I was thinking; I’m not superwoman.
Thus I just finished my last class and now I sit at home with my notebook on, my tv blaring and my beer cold. Mindless activity is a nice finish to my groggy start.