Okay, the title may be a little over the top. I do always love a good November day, however. I probably depart from Anne on this...I am not sure Anne would love a November day. But to me, the wet, the grey, the fallen leaves, all represent something-something beautiful. I think nostalgia is wrapped up in a November day. It's been a challenging couple of weeks. Two weeks ago, I got such a bad cold, and then last week-while still somewhat sick, I hurt my back. Not sure how I hurt it-stretching, restraint, moving classroom furniture, or maybe a combination of the three, but it has hurt for a week now. It is now getting better-I was able to Uber after work today for the first time in days. I still have to brace myself when moving from sitting to standing-taking on my weight to stand is painful, but otherwise, I think I am on the mend.
I do have one major looming problem-I have no regular coffee grounds in the house for tomorrow. Which means I will have to out with my car before I have a cup of coffee, in order to get a cup of coffee. I know-scary, right?
Entertainment-wise, I have been enjoying season 2 of Maxton Hall. I mean it has its element of unbelievable, but it is still nice to watch.
This is the first Christmas in a while that I feel very behind on shopping. I have just been so broke this year. It's not the most pleasant way to live, always juggling this and that, but what can I do? I have been unable to keep up with the housework much over the past couple of weeks and I am really hoping I am well enough this weekend to straighten and clean the place up.
My job is weird. I never see anyone. I see the same few teachers in the hall, but I don't have a lot of time to chat. There is always so much to do. I don't go to meetings with the other sped teachers-I don't even know all their names. But whatever. People usually get on my nerves anyway.
I thought I had more to say, apparently not.
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