First I went to a meeting that evidently had two agendas – the one that I was working from, that said we were meeting from 9:00 to 10:30, and another one that said 9:00 to 11:00. I was so confused when the meeting ended at 10:50 and everyone said we were early.
I had to go have a brief side meeting after, so by the time I got to work and could have my bowl of cereal (plastic tupperware of cereal, actually, with milk carried in the fancy schmancy stainless steel coffee dealie, a WPR dealie that Mark regifted me at Christmas) I was just starving. And I just couldn’t get straight what time it was, all day.
I got a phone call about one of my students, who’s in a bit of trouble academically, from the two instructors who are team teaching one of his classes. It was funny because they must’ve been together in one of their offices and one was on the phone, talking to me, and I could hear the other one reminding her of what to say.
I picked up this funny looking ball of wire and played an art game with the Wisconsin Union.
I did an exit interview with another one of my students – a young woman I like a lot – so the phone call lasted more than an hour instead of than 30 minutes we planned.
But things got better because I finally made it to yoga. I bought a 10-class pass for Jules Pilates, during Jules’ grand opening open house in January, or whenever that was. I’ve been feeling so guilty about not going, and the pass doesn’t last forever. I just had too many of my own online classes that ended up scheduled on Tuesdays this winter. Last Tuesday was the first time in weeks I could make the class, but Mark had the car in Chicago and it was too rainy to bike. I almost didn’t make it this day – sore throat, must be post nasal drip – and had a comforting thought. Even if I don’t use up the pass – so what? means I invested $100 in my friend’s new business, and that’s all good, right?
Jules Pilates – in the strip mall next to Jimmy Johns subs
