I didn't read a single word for fun this weekend. I woke up on Saturday with a throat full of knives. I staggered around for awhile, then got busy on the project that is due on Monday. After a couple of hours of going back and forth with my partner, I got it finished and turned it in. I spent the rest of the day working on lectures for both classes. I finished all those up around 11:30 that night.
I coughed all night Saturday night. It was very hard to get up on Sunday morning, but there was no point staying in bed because of the coughing.
I spent a couple of hours writing the paper that's due on Tuesday. I got about half of it written. I had to stop to go to the grocery store. Then it was time for bells and dance, so that ended all the work for the day.
Tonight I'll work some more on the rest of the paper. It doesn't have to be done-done. I just have to have something on the paper. No pressure. ha!
I took cold medicine every night so I didn't read anything before bed which is my normal routine. I pretty much just passed out. The book I'm reading, The Steep and Thorny Way, is not really calling to me. I think I just don't care for Hamlet retellings. I didn't like Edgar Sawtelle either. I might give it up and move on to something I actually want to read.