december 11, 2001. So very tired. The Boy's been coming in at 4:30 a.m. for the past few days, and he either wakes me up when he comes to bed, or wakes me up by doing the dishes instead of coming to bed. I was up stupid-late last night, as I procrastinated all the crucial lesson planning and had to write a test after Buffy Night. Then Palaver phoned with good news: there are New Years plans afoot, and they involve my wedding dress. Also, Preacher is changing jobs & moving up in the world, so that's all very exciting to hear about. What with one thing and another, I wasn't in bed until 11 - and waking up at 4:30 wasn't a happy thing. Dragged through the day, comforted slightly by the talking-to my teacher gave the hell class for being soooo bad. Actually, it was all I could do not to cry at the end of her lecture - damned if she didn't make me feel shame for not creating the kind of environment where they could do their best. She's good... Counting the days to decadence. 10 more to go... this time 3 years ago: the ramparts of Fort Silber