Beating The System.

In an effort to take charge of several situations, The Sheep roused herself a bit earlier this morning. She layered herself in her warmest of garments in order that she might combat the arctic chill that has gripped her teaching environment over the past two days. It was either that or begin to keep a journal that could later be made into a blockbuster movie detailing the lengths to which a Sheep will go to survive the public school system's harsh climate.

She then marched to her vehicle where she proceeded to strike back at boring drive time radio drivel by loading the CD player with an audio book. It's one she's read before, but an enjoyable listen all the same. And the readers voice? So very soothing...

Yes, I was a warm and snuggly Sheep speeding down the Maine Turnpike today, a little bit tired from the morning's extra activity but generally pleased with myself. I was, in fact, so warm and engrossed in my little audio tale as told by the velvet tongued reader that I managed to successfully lull myself into an exit-missing stupor.

Yup. Drove right by it. The same exit I have taken without fail for four years now. Don't even recall seeing it...

Those of you familiar with the area will realize the issues involved with missing the Wells exit as you head southbound. You are sort of locked into the southern trajectory at that point. You will be going to York whether you want to or not. Unless you are braver than I and can do that u-turn thing where it says, "no u-turn," you're going the extra eleven miles. And you're paying the extra $1.75. Twice since you need to get back on the turnpike to go eleven miles north again and your EZ pass doesn't reach that far.

That, combined with the fact that it was a lovely mild day in southern Maine today that required nothing remotely resembling snuggly layers of clothing, made for a rough start. Toss in the first round of Parent/Teacher conferences after school and you've got a long day in the works. A long warm day that cost $3.50 more than it should have not counting the gas and the bag of chocolate/peanut butter flavored popcorn that I had to buy on the way home to combat the grumpies.

The popcorn was also something of a judgment error as I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and somehow need to lose ten pounds in the next twelve hours. I'm thinking of cutting off a limb...

Perhaps I need some sock knitting time. We are well past the part of the sock where things tend to go horrifically wrong so this could make for a nice evening. Hey, I could even scoot down to the truck and grab the last CD so I can listen to the end of that book tonight!

We won't be listening to it on the workday commute again, that's for sure!!

SA