It's the Vacuuming That Got Me. But I'm in Good Company. Those Who Get It Reach Out, Check In, Remember. That's What It's All About

For a teacher, Sundays are bitter sweet. The guilt kicks in that you haven't done enough, and the stress trickles through the veins because you're not sure you're prepared for the week. I was productive yesterday, but probably not on the academic front. Yes, I am ready for Monday's class, but I wanted to get more writing and planning done; instead, I vacuumed the house and car, removing all the dog hair I could. That's when the emotions came back. Glamis hated the vacuum and was always at the opposite end of the house from where the work was being done.

I weed-whacked, mowed, walked six miles, cleaned, did laundry, graded, and hung up the gift given to me by Kaitlyn in memory of Glamis - a heart overjoyed.

I also did yard work, not to plant, but to prep for the planting still to come closer to May. It was a day of raking, pulling weeds, and getting the soil perked and ready.

The prompt on EthicalELA #verselove was to put a pen to paper, and not lift up until you had the words (a poem) to page. I did this with my fingers, the keyboard, Pages, and colors, knowing my day was going to be distracted outside. The sky was too blue and the sun too bright not to spend the majority of the day outside enjoying it.

At 3 pm this afternoon, I get my 2nd Covid shot...Moderna. I'm a little nervous about the reaction 24 hours out from the shot. Although I've heard stories that nothing happened, I've seen many reports that people were down for the count a couple days after it was given. I sure hope I'm the one who just gets a little rash, and somewhat tired. I'm not in the mood for being bedridden, but I'm preparing. I'm just thankful that my time was called and I can move forward.

It's been a lot, as you know. One step closer the great lift of 2021.