Thank the Great Whatever I'm Not the Only One Who Has Desperate, End-of-the-Semester Reality Checks. "Is That PBJ in a Hot Dog Bun?" (Not Me, This Time)

One of my colleagues asked if anyone had peanut allergies. No one did, and she said, "Phew. I haven't eaten all day." Many of us had been in back to back to back meetings. When she started eating, I asked, "Wait? Is that a hotdog bun?" and she responded, "Why, yes it is."

I felt such relief. I thought I was the only one who resorted to PBJ in a hotdog bun during desperate times when I have to eat something and I'm pretty much out of everything. I don't believe, though, I've ever packed such a sandwich for out-of-home dining. I then asked, "Can I take a picture of your sandwich? It pleases me so much to know that I'm not the only one who has these kinds of days.

She is pregnant with her third child, teaches three classes, and it's the end of the semester. This is the way some of us are force to roll (no pun intended). I wonder, too, if she knows how good it is to grill such a sandwich like it was a grilled cheese. I thought twice about sharing all my trade secrets, though.

Storm comes in today: winds, rain, thunderstorm. I need to grade, but also need to do a little campus work with a printer. I came home last night for chicken noodle soup to get ahead of a cold that I believe is starting. Better to stay ahead, because it's typical to fall sick as soon as I take off for Christmas. I don't want to be out for the count this year like I was a couple of years ago.

And with that...let this day begin.