People with more expertize than me say we have 10 more days of this . . . and it’s not even August. It’s already 80 degrees by the time I leave for work around 8:00 a.m.
Everyone is lathargic except for Murphy and Peaches. They don’t know any better. Murphy went nuts over my watering the yard and plants last night. Peaches waits at the door ready to pounce on any pup that makes it into her room (none ever do, though Tammy and Murph are curious about that kitten behind the door).
We’ve finally reached the end of the term. I am glad. If I had been assigned one of the classes I have now when I first started teaching, I would have changed professions. It’s that bad.