A Bowl of Ice Cream

Is there anything that isn't made at least a little bit better by eating a bowl of ice cream? Granted, mine is low-fat (Weight Watchers friendly) and carefully measured out, but I'm having kind of a crappy day. I have work to do, but I'm tired. I have cleaning to do, but I don't feel like it. My allergies are out of control -- even though it's November and most of the allergens should be gone by now. I feel half-asleep, and that's after taking two decongestants and an antihistimine (all of which are supposed to be non-drowsy formulas). Thank God my three-hour class is having a library research session tomorrow. I will be there, but the research librarian will lead the session, and afterwards students will gather information for their annotated bibliographies, something I'm pretty sure I've never assigned before but am supposed to teach in that course. The upside of all of that is I don't need to plan much for tomorrow's class.

I've noticed a trend with Tuesdays lately: I can barely make myself get off the sofa. Mondays and Wednesdays are really long workdays, and I've been scoring online essays on Tuesday mornings. On Thursdays, I do my volunteer thing (not every week), and on Fridays I prepare for Saturday's class. I had been scoring on Fridays too throughout October, but I didn't schedule as many shifts for this month. We're down to the last few weeks of classes, and I'm glad. I like my students well enough, but I'm ready to be finished. For right now, I'm going to concentrate more fully on my ice cream (which I've been eating as I've written this) and maybe take a nap. Or work on crochet projects. I'm quickly running out of time to finish them in time for Christmas. {{ Sigh }}