It’s fifteen below (Celsius) outside and I’ve already walked youngest to school as well as taken the two dogs out for their walk. I have a big pile of marking to work through (what else is new for a Wednesday?) and an abstract to whip up for a really neat conference that’s a bit outside my normal track. To be honest, however, I just want to crawl into a hole and hide. Feeling blah and achy.
And I can’t even look forward to tomorrow being Thanksgiving because, of course, in Canada it isn’t.