Holy smokes. A cold feels more like a flu. Not a fan of the mild vertigo that comes with my body trying to fight it off. Teacher guilt sets in yet again as I can’t be there for my students—again. :( This will need to be my last year in the classroom. I have the sweetest class and families this year, but anything more physically, mentally, emotionally challenging will not be feasible. This is my tenth year teaching. I’m proud that I’ve been able to make it this far. Double digits! Not as common anymore in the US. Here’s to rest and future life changes.