I knew I was in trouble when the words in my subway novel seemed to be entering my head while I moved down the page but I had no idea what I was reading. Once home, I was knocked out on the couch for about two hours. Then dinner and mindless tv for another two hours. Thank the Lord the first week was only three days long!
I don't think it helped that I was out last night at a friend's birthday dinner. I drove another city dweller to the subway near my apartment and we had a great conversation along the way. Only later did I realize that I should have said much less. My tougue was sore from where it was brushing against my teeth while I was talking. And it's not her fault and I don't think I was too chatty; my voice is just not acclimated to teaching again. I wonder if I can blog to my husband this weekend instead of talking. And no singing in church.
My first year of teaching I fell asleep on the couch every time R. rented a Friday night DVD. And I got laryngitis once each trimester. But that was at the end, not the beginning. I really can't talk this weekend or I'll be messed up next week. I wonder how long laryngitis can last. Not that I have it yet. I'm fighting it with tea.