My single class yesterday— history— had maybe a dozen people. One could tell it was everyone's last class before break. I packed quickly after that and drove home through dreary, half-frozen sleet. As I crossed the last bridge before my neighborhood, the clouds parted and a golden angelic glow bathed the road, welcoming me into spring break.
I did not make any plans. More accurately, I should say none of my half-formed plans reached fruition. No sunny beaches, no roadtrips. On the bright side, I have very little pressing work.