It's finals week. And although I have no finals because I'm not currently in school, and although next week I'll have five hundred times more grading than I do this week, and although we've had the weather of Paradise since Sunday, I am bushed, exhausted, wiped. Absolutely pooped.
Each morning, while working up the verve to get out of bed, I find myself speaking bits of encouragement aloud into the silence: "You can do it Cinderelli, you can do it!!" Which, oddly, works.
Then I roll out of bed begrudgingly and do really terrific things. Like baking brownies for my students with the oven at 375 instead of the advised 325.
Or almost running into a 15-passenger van in my neighborhood that I somehow did not see.
Or losing my grade book, frantically turning the house upside down looking for it, and then finding it in the mailbox later.
All this to say, I'm hanging in there, but barely. And if my Facebook feed is any indicator of the general state of the average American, then you are barely hanging in there, too. To which I say: "Solidarity! We're in this together! We can do it! I believe in us! Yes!" That and, "Chocolate." Sometimes the best encouragement comes in one-word packages, smells like heaven, and tastes like glory.
Go make yourself some fudge, folks.
Happy halfway-to-the -weekend day!
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