Chicken soup for the soul

I woke up at seven this morning, ate breakfast, showered and went back to bed. I had put in for a sub just after lunch yesterday. I was so dizzy-feeling when I was driving to work yesterday that I questioned if I should have been driving at all.

I'm usually too dumb and stubborn to call in sick, but I thought about how I wasn't doing anyone any favors by actually showing up yesterday. I was way off my game as a teacher, so the kids didn't benefit from my presence. If my evaluator happened to stop by for my last spot observation of the year, I would have tanked it. The only benefit to being there was that I don't have to develop elaborate plans for a substitute when I just show up. That laziness had to arm wrestle with the exhaustion from this current ear-nose-and-throat funk. In the end, I threw a few things on my webpage and left a seating chart for a stranger. 

When I woke for the day, it was 1pm. I checked my email, and apparently, they still have school when I'm not there. Who knew? 

Here was my so-cliché lunch: 

Hopefully, that does the trick. I have boyfriend-related plans tomorrow, and I feel like I need a win.