This morning I made tea. I also filled a hot water bottle and took medicine for pain. I wrapped myself up in several layers of fleece jacket and vest and comfy pants and I slipped on my inside shoes. I listened to Whitney Houston, put my hair up out of my face, had a tiny meltdown, cuddled with my cat, and then made breakfast.

My back aches. My face is breaking out. I feel exhaustion everywhere.

Also, it’s fucking snowing! Happy April, New York. There is snow on the cherry blossoms on the tree outside and it’s pretty.

I’m happy because I get to stay home for the next three days. I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything. I can take care of me and work on writing term papers. We might light the stove for the last time this season. And I’m thinking of taking a little time to read a book that isn’t for anyone but me. It might happen.

I’m looking forward to a long stretch of time without a constant stream of deadlines. It’s coming soon. But between now and then I have work to get done. And I want to do a good job.

I hope it’s a good Wednesday.