July is pretty crazy for me. I work almost every day of the week, on my feet for 7 hours, commuting at least an hour each way, no air conditioning in my car. Sunday is my recooperating day, and boy do I need it, though by late Sunday afternoon I always start thinking about my classes again.
You'd think I'd be dreading the coming Monday, but instead, I've noticed that I'm looking forward to it.
