See, I like to imagine that you all wait with breathless anticipation for my annual State of the Union post. And this is not it. It's been a crazy week or two of school. Grades and progress reports and subpoenas! Oh my! (The phrase "progress reports" sounds so innocous unless you're in the special ed business, in which case it brings on sudden specific urges for a bottle of whiskey and a career change.) The end of the semester is also not the ideal time to be served with a subpoena for a truly obscene amount of paperwork on a student. Paperwork from last year. My body has responded to all of this by deciding that it no longer needs sleep. At least this is what it believes at night. By the time my alarm goes off at 6:30, my body is very much interested in sleep. It would like four more hours, please. Instead I get up and go to work and then get frustrated with the children for not being able to read.
I'm tired is what I'm saying. And I want to do a good job on the post and that's not going to happen tonight. Tomorrow, friends. (Where by "tomorrow", it turns out I actually mean "sometime this weekend when I'm fully lucid".) In the meantime, please enjoy this video of a blind kitten fighting a hair dryer.