The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon
Went to bed last night feeling fine, slept through the night without issue, and realized I wasn’t going to work within ten seconds of waking up this morning. I slept all day and right now I still kind of feel like hell but I’m going to try to go in tomorrow because writing lesson plans for the 3rd day of the semester is kind of a nightmare. But God forbid I forget to put up some kind of blog post, right?
Expect a book review tomorrow.
I’m not quite ready to write either of the book posts or the blogwanking post that typically finish off the year, and I’ve spent most of the day either napping or trying to figure out what the hell I did to my leg (I think I’ve got a pinched nerve; this post was nearly called “in which I need a doctor”) and one way or another my thinkyparts are not especially engaged at the moment.
I’m going to try and play video games for a bit now, but my hip/leg/knee thing hasn’t been playing well with my desk chair, so we’ll see.
I’ve been in sweatpants and a hoodie all day.
Haven’t left the house. Not going to tomorrow, either.
Got some reading done. Took a nice nap in my recliner this afternoon. Spent a couple of hours gaming– if you’re looking for something to fall into before the world starts up again, you could do worse than Tainted Grail: Fall of Avalon. And now that the boy’s in bed, I’m going to wrap the rest of the Christmas presents.
Wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, I hope it’s peaceful.
Got home from work.
Made a pot of coffee.
Drank a large cup of coffee from my Rasta Lion mug, which is my favorite.
Immediately fell asleep in my chair.
I am not kidding when I say I am immune to caffeine.
Remember how, when we were kids, getting sent to bed early was a punishment? And now going to bed an hour earlier than normal is absolutely the greatest thing that could happen?
Anyway, guess what I’m doing.
Not that my immediate family is that large, but I’m done with all Christmas shopping for my immediate family, and everyone else is pretty much gift card people. My brother will send me a list for my niece and nephew, who are too young to get mad at me for buying the wrong thing anyway, and the basement goblin will likely get cash. The tree went up after Thanksgiving and I’ve been changing the lights every time I walk into the living room just because I can.
(Seriously, Govee lights are amazing. Ignore the price; order these. They’re absolutely worth every dime.)
Anyway, what this means is that everything’s going to show up broken, or not show up at all, or I’m suddenly going to realize four days before Christmas that my wife and son don’t actually like any of the things I got them for Christmas and I’ve somehow accidentally ordered a ton of stuff for me instead. This is actually a bit of a risk with the boy; he and I have enough tastes in common that I actually rejected a gift I was thinking about for him this year because I decided I wanted it and not him. He’d have liked it, I think, but it was a little too expensive for “he’d have liked it, I think.”
I have one thing left to do for my wife, which is going to involve Doing Art, and which will be a funny joke even if I completely fuck up Doing the Art. She looks at the blog kind of irregularly, so I could probably get away with telling y’all the plan, but … nah.
How’s your shopping going?
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Our Thanksgiving plans got cancelled by Michigan weather, so we’re having lasagna today. I was actually looking forward to seeing a couple of people, but I’m pretty sure I’ve had worse holidays.
I took a shower a few hours ago, my first since Saturday, and since my son got sick at school and had to come home early, I left the house for the first time since Friday. I have no symptoms other than “headache and sleepy,” but God, the sleepy part has been hitting like a truck. I joked a few days ago on some social media site or another– hell, it may have been here(*)– that I had a student with mono and was pretty sure I hadn’t gotten it from him, but I can’t think of anything else other than changing brain meds whose main symptom is can’t stay awake. And the brain meds have not changed.
I’m going to work tomorrow. I have to go to work tomorrow, if only because missing three days in a row will cause the children to burn my room down, and I can’t have that. But I’m going to have to find a way to make it a low teaching day, because I’m still brain-dead and somehow I feel like ten hours more sleep between now and then isn’t going to fix that.
(Pause for enormous, jaw-cracking yawn)
Yeah. Taking my clean self back to bed now. Blech.
(*) Yup.
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