Sunday late night/Monday too-damn-early - drove all night to Boston
Monday 9:00 am - Arrived home. Slept 1.5 hours
10:30am Went to school, taught half the afternoon, helped students with questions and projects the remainder of the afternoon, took my first graduate level class at 6:30pm.
8:45pm go home, drive with absolute caution as I am sort of hallucinating about hem lines pulling me over because I could not fit them properly.
9:00pm get home
9:10pm go to bed
I have come to realize that I am no spring chicken any more.
And tango has altered my sense of what is reasonable.
Have I mentioned lately that I love tango?