Exhausted

I'm beat. Completely "played-out", as they used to say. (Do they still say that?)

It was a good day at school today, for the most part. I'm teaching English for three days for the same teacher, and it's three classes of Shakespeare with a creative writing class thrown in. Needless to say, I feel very much in my element, but the grade tens were a little frustrating. I felt like I was trying to drag a Hummer through quicksand at some points.

I did some alumni association work after school, so I got home a couple of hours later than usual. Piper was glad to see me. I hope she'll forgive me, but the Bark Park is not on the agenda tonight. I even gave away the hockey tickets for the second-last home game of the regular season. I just want to go to bed.

Who would guess that shifting the time just one hour would mess someone up so badly? Can we put "spring ahead" back to April where it belongs? Please?