My day started at 3:30 a.m.
“I need to sleep,” I muttered, squinting at the clock. “I have too much to do today. I can’t have insomnia.”
By 4 a.m. I was up and about. Surely a little reading lull me back to sleep. But soon enough, the sixth grader was up (“Couldn’t sleep again, mom?”), the third grader had to be up (“Don’t pick out my clothes!”) and I had to be on the road. There was a class full of Nichols College students waiting to hear about my fabulous journalism career.
I know. What fabulous career? I settled for the highlight reel: some Boston Celtics here, a little John F. Kennedy Jr. there, a quick visit to Marcia Cross and the “Desperate Housewives” before getting to naked pregnant women, cochlear implants and the sacred importance of the inverted triangle.
Strangely enough, I only caught a kid texting once toward the end of class. I think I may have kept them entertained.
Then I raced back to Shrewsbury to have lunch with a friend at Bollywood Grill. This was probably my second time trying Indian food. I have no idea what I ate from the buffet, save for the samosa (deep fried goodness) and rice, but it was excellent.
And let’s just say I had some really great news waiting for me at home that I’d prefer not to jinx and that kept me happily occupied for the rest of the afternoon.
It’s a great day, isn’t it? Let’s just hope I can sleep tonight.