A Gift? For Me?

Yes, and from me too! I am giving myself the gift of time, time to do nothing. Normally I would feel guilty about that, but today I won't. Today I will lie on the sofa and read a book. I will ignore my stacks of mail and whiny students' emails. I won't do laundry. I won't grade papers. (That one I can throw in only because I'm caught up on all my grading.) I am feeling tired and lazy -- and dizzy. On Tuesday I went to my doctor because I was stumbling and having vertigo, along with a wicked week-long headache, and he prescribed medicines to help. (It's an inner ear problem.) I haven't been able to take the medications because they make me drowsy, and I have had to drive all over the place all week. But not today.

Tomorrow I'm doing a half-day of scoring in the morning; I'm prepared for my Saturday class, after which I'm meeting a friend I haven't seen in quite some time. That will be nice, and I'll probably make an attempt to do some housecleaning in the next few days. But while I'm caught up on what I have to do, I'm going to do what I want to do. And today, that's nothing.