The boys are playing dominos on the floor. M, in a pissy mood, is off…I don’t know what M is doing. She’s upstairs. Long day, and I’m kind of wired, but I’m hoping it’s the kind of wired that evolves into exhaustion. Might happen.

This morning I woke near 4:15, on my own, after a slew of strange dreams. I left for the Y at 5 and managed thirty minutes on the elliptical and 150 crunches before Monday morning basketball began. We didn’t play long, only about forty minutes, so I moved upstairs and ran two and a half miles before driving home. M had some professional development day, and the boys were off of school, so my routine suffered yet another day in the service of M’s part time job. Great. I hung out with the boys most of the morning, which was fun, at least, then left at noon when the laconic babysitter arrived. I think he and the boys played video games four hours straight. At work I taught from one to four and felt like a retard by the time I finished. I have to remember that lesson planning is an acquired skill, you know? They don’t become expert in one week. At four I worked with a former student on her PDP and felt like an idiot for a little more since I didn’t have enough of that earlier in the day. She’s teaching in an urban school, which I did for years, but I’m not sure I could keep up with her now. The boys called and asked if I could meet them at the Y, so I had M grab some clothes and I changed in the locker room. T, S and I played basketball. They beat me 14-11. S cheats.

I suppose I should get my clothes, etc. ready for tomorrow. Nah. Why does tonight already feel endless?