Except it’s not morning. I know that. See, what had happened was I got home from work around 2:45 p.m. and promptly fell out and didn’t wake up until 8 p.m.

Your girl was exhausted is what I’m saying.

Or, as I told my students today, I only got about 3 1/2 hours of sleep last night because I make terrible choices.

But! Not that many terrible choices. For example, after the experience with the extreme loudness of the welding class, I asked my boss for a room change. Turns out there’s only one other room available at the time AND it can fit my class, so on Monday, we’re out of loud town and into a room with computers, which will be great for the days I couldn’t book the lab for that class. So that’s pretty great.

Tomorrow, we’re having a flex day, which is a fancy way of saying a professional development day so no classes but plenty of work. Will I wind up pretending to take notes yet actually writing a blog post? We shall see!

I feel boring right now. Probably because of the sleep fog.