Whew! It's been one of those days. I feel like Wile E. Coyote after firing off a truckload of ACME products at the Roadrunner.
This day has been a literal pain in the neck. Right side. Posterior. Okay, so I had the neck pain before the day actually got underway. I simply forgot. Because the ActiveOn I slathered on it before leaving home did a good job of keeping that neck pain at bay. Until 10:30. Then that bundle of muscles was stretched tighter than a novice picker's banjo strings. Tighter than Scrooge McDuck's purse strings. Tighter than a youngster's first-loose-tooth's doorknob-attached string. I tried to turn my head 90 degrees, and that ol' neck sinew twanged. I popped an acetaminophen at lunch, which helped for a couple of hours, but now the ache is back.
It must have something to do with my work day. Which was actually work today. I must multi-task every day, but this one was extraordinarily chock full of distractions. Late papers from the less-than-motivated, absentee makeup work, homebound work turned in for half the quarter, traveling office worker assignment sheets for today's absentees' work, future work for kids out the rest of the week for club activities, the creepy leaf-blower dude outside my window again, who gets right up there behind my desk to the extent that the kids turn and watch, like a staredown, until I spin around, with my sore neck, mind you, and he suddenly changes his path and acts like he was just routinely passing by.
Yeah. I'm glad this one is over. On the Even Steven side, two new ne'er-do-wells joined the ranks of the on-the-roster-but-never-seen club this week. One lasted all of two hours at the club, and was summarily dismissed.
Newmentia. Always striving for excellence.