Somehow,
throughout an entire genuinely productive teacher workday—I worked pretty steadily from 8 to 5—I managed to do everything except tomorrow’s lesson plan.
Tumblr, my calendar for February makes me sad. I am so swamped; it looks like September all over again.
And Engineering Boy is penciled in (writing in the planner FTW) for Date #2 on Wednesday. Why did I think this was a good time to start dating someone?