I do not want to be at work (which I already am). I have a million things to do and can't bring myself to do any of them! Tim keeps asking me if I am done with the library thing and wanting to do something else. I don't think it's that (God - it can't be that - Greyson has 16 years until he graduates), but something is going on. Maybe it's just that time of year in education. Blech.
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