Wrinkles and Time

Like many people, I’m tired today.  I can’t blame it entirely on that little wrinkle they threw into our normally steady flow of time last night.  I have my own brain to blame.

I should go to sleep earlier so I can wake up refreshed, I say to myself.  Then, when I don’t actually follow through on that thought, I go to plan B.  I should try to get to sleep faster, I say to myself.  Hurry up and relax.

You’re right, my  other hemisphere says back.  That is a very good idea.  Especially since you have a lot to do tomorrow.

Uh oh.

A lot to do tomorrow? I ask myself.  Perhaps I should make a list. I have that  ushering thing, but that really only pulls about 90 minutes from my day.  Oh, I guess I have to consider the 60 minutes from the time shift, too. I have that slice to write, and I haven’t figured out what to write.  I should think about that for a bit.  Actually, it would be great if I could get back to the routine of writing the next day’s entry the night before.  

True.  You should probably try to write two tomorrow.  You’ll be happier on Monday when you can just wake up and post.  You’ll get more comments, too.

Okay, so usher, two slices, and what else?

Well, there’s that job of yours.  Are you prepared for the week?

No, not hardly.  So, I’ll need to work on my plans.  I don’t even really know where to begin with that.  We missed two and a half days last week. Who knows what kids will remember.  I still have some of those reading assessments to do. We’ll be reading about the revolution.  I wonder who we’ll focus on for our play this spring. I think I can move onto those volume problems in math.  Did they really understand that liquids can be cubic centimeters or milliliters? I wish I still had those empty one-liter cubes, so we could fill them up with centimeter cubes.  Then they could really see and feel that connection. I’ll email Jeanne.

Hmmm. You seem to have a lot to think about for next week.  I feel like this is slowing us down on the getting-to-sleep-quickly agenda.  Could you set that aside for a few hours?

Seriously?  That’s just the plans.  Don’t forget you haven’t written your math comments for the conferences that are coming up.  You were going to get those out of the way this weekend.  

Right.  I did four today.  That only leaves…21.  Why didn’t I do more of them on the snow days?

You were busy writing lengthy slices, I think.  You should really learn to be more succinct.

True.  I need to write two tomorrow.  They’d better be brief.

Think of how much time you’ve spent on them when you’ve had weekends and snow days. What are you going to do when you actually have busy school days? You know, you actually have to be paying more attention to your students, and less attention to your own writing dreams.  At conferences, the parents are not going to want to hear about how many slices you’ve composed.

Another good point.  I really should spend some time tomorrow reading things in the kids’ writing folders on my drive.  How much time can I devote?

Not much.  You know, you’ve been doing a really good job of walking  both dogs every day.  You’re not going to skip that are you?

No, of course not.  That’s like a regular part of the daily routine.

It’s keeping you young, too. What’s not keeping you young is the fact that you aren’t sleeping right now.  You know, if you don’t get to sleep, you won’t be able to focus tomorrow, and everything will take longer.  You should get to sleep.

I completely agree.  It’s going to be a busy day, and I want to be refreshed.  I should hurry up and get to sleep.

Are you asleep yet?

No.  What time is it?

Do you mean standard time or savings time?

Like many people, I’m tired today.  I can’t blame it entirely on that little wrinkle they threw into our normally steady flow of time last night.  I have my own brain to blame.

Note:  This is not an entirely accurate transcription of last night’s full-length drama.  The actual screenplay would have been considerably longer. In addition, there would have been stage directions, like “flips over onto other side,”  “gets drink of water,” “tries sleeping on back.” There would also have been a disturbing soundtrack, featuring a song by Blondie, which I heard on Spotify yesterday, but it would just be one line repeated in a continuous loop: “I lost my heart… at the rifle range.”  I have never, in fact, been to a rifle range. So, yes, this could have been longer, but as you know, I have other things to do today.

 

 

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