Sleep....
Was up at 6:30 this morning, to catch an early bus so I could meet with my Professor for my sparkly-new YA Fantasy coursea at 9:30. I actually arrived a little early, so I wandered around, picked up a free copy of the Toronto Star, read a little. I finally wandered up to her office at about 9:20 only to be told by her secretary that she'd just called. She couldn't come in today because she's sick. Ack! I'm certainly not angry at her--lord knows, I know what that's like, and I really have no desire to catch a cold--but, well, ack! So I went, discovered that my usual bus does not run after 9:00 AM (unless I wanted to wait until 3:00 PM) and so I hopped on another bus and took the subway home. It's freezing outside, and windy.
So I'm home again now, and have the day stretching before me. I have lots of things that need my attention, especially an essay that I need to write for tomorrow, and yet all I can think about right now is how fantastic it would be to take this clip out of my hair, crawl into bed and sleep for another hour.
