I've been trying to get down to finish some marking but I've been unable to. Occasionally breaking from the subconscious cyclical repetition, I find myself pacing up and down the room.
It must be the anxiety of tomorrow. 14hrs and 40 mins more before the kids go on stage. I seem to be stricken with greater anxiety than the students.
And the lead actress is down with a high fever. Murphy's law decides to gain an upper hand ... again. And there is little I can do to change that but to pray that she recovers sufficiently for tomorrow.
I think I should go sleep - on the assumption that it is even remotely possible.
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