How the worm has turned on this final Friday of August.
I arose with a thumping headache in the sinus region above the windows to my soul. I piloted my way to work without the aid of tinted cockpit glass through the Dolly-Partonesque light of a clear blue morning.
By the end of my 2nd Hour planning period, I popped an ibuprofen. That, plus half a Diet Coke with Lime during my lunch that started at 10:53 a.m., perked me up enough to carry on.
After school, I was hummin'. Not in a musical way, but in the way of a busy little worker bee. By 4:00, I had wrapped up the week's loose ends of ungraded papers and tied them with a pretty pink bow of updated electronic gradebook entries. Grades were done, man!
The cherry on top of my tasty Friday sundae was the ethereal white glow of late-evening sun reflecting off the inter-fence coils of razor wire at the local maximum security state prison that I pass each day on my way home.
It's the little things, people.