I said I was just going to read, not take a nap. It is impossible for me to read in bed without heeding the call of the Sandman and other mythological figures associated with the world of dreams. I could feel the weight of the book on my heart where it must have fallen after it fell softly from my slackening hold. Maybe while Sarah works some more on curriculum tonight, I will finish the book I should have this evening, and start on the guilty pleasure I'm eyeing. It's in my back pack. Just a few more pages of literature til I can get there.

I need to unwind from my stressful work day. I need to call a few meetings tomorrow. I need to bring some people in power around to my way of thinking.