Tuesday Zemblanity

Yesterday-- even though it was Tuesday, the stupidest day of the week—I tried to start my day with some purpose, and I started cleaning out my file cabinets: stacking folders everywhere; tossing old photocopies that I knew I would never use; organizing photocopies that I needed for the fourth quarter-- I had folders and stacks of papers all over the room-- and I was doing this because I have first period off on B days and so I have 83 minutes to plan, grade, and get organized-- but then I went upstairs to the office for a moment, to chat with a colleague, and when I came back downstairs, I was surprised to find my room was full to the brim with teenagers and a gym teacher . . . and he informed me that my room was going to be used for Health Class for the fourth quarter-- so all my folders and photocopies were on the floor and my first period B Day sanctuary was corrupted . .  then I spent a typical day with the seniors-- laziness, lateness, narcolepsy, etcetera-- but the weather turned nice after school so I biked over to Bucheuh Park to play pickleball with some friends-- and it only took me fifteen minutes to bike over there, which was wonderful-- and the courts were full of half-naked college kids and are one group of old people (the dudes next to us asked if we could give them some lessons) but after an hour-and-a-half of fantastic play, we were beset by gale-force winds-- and it's nearly impossible to play pickleball in high winds-- so we called it and I started biking home, into a serious headwind-- perhaps that's why I arrived so quickly; I must have had a tailwind-- and by the time I got over the bridge, I was wiped out and decided to walk my bike across the crazy intersection with the stairs, instead of attempting some dangerous uphill mountain biking tactics-- and this was unfortunate because as I was walking my bike across the intersection, my old acupuncturist spotted me from her car-- and I have happily switched to a new, much more sane acupuncturist, as I thought this lady stopped practicing-- but apparently not-- and she started yelling at me that I should text her or she would text me and she wanted to get me back on the table-- and I was walking my bike so I couldn't make a quick escape and it was very awkward-- I don't want to get into the whole thing but I was hoping to make a clean break of things . . . I thought I HAD made a clean break of things . . . but, you know, Tuesday zemblanity.