A Day October 12th

Oh my, the agony. Just after reading the troubled and troubling schedule for PSAT testing day I became very ill. Very, very ill. In fact I needed to stay home to recuperate. It was such a challenge for me to stay in bed (next to Sybil my best friend and loyal dog) for so long. I'm not used to being in bed past 5 in the morning so the fear of acquiring bed sores drove my poor broken body out into the open. I needed something to take my mind off of the pain. It was so disturbing I had to pause Red Dead Redemption 2 so I could finish my coffee on the back porch and watch the gentle waves on the lake. I was equally disturbed to have to eat my breakfast at such a leisurely pace. My body is not used to slowly eating and savoring each bite. After my breakfast and coffee I returned to my game, and decided that perhaps some sun would help me heal. I was so weak I could barely hold my fishing pole as I caught fish after fish in the backyard lake. After a while I decided that all of the effort of fighting my illness had made me too weak to prepare my own lunch so I left the house to have lunch at the best hummus and generally middle-eastern lunch place I could find. Oh the pain of not being at Cypress. How was I to know how to spend my time? Who would condescendingly tell me to hold my kids in the classroom (as if I didn't know how to do my job after 29 years?) Who would tell me to not write passes, (as if kids bladders just randomly shut down at 2:30 every afternoon)? Oh why was I cursed with such a convenient illness?