No Bikram.
Organizing workpapers, deleting email, arranging textbooks, faculty luncheon and turning in the keys to the classroom.
Then, off to St. Augustine for the weekend with my best friends that I grew up and attended school with. We get together every year and I cannot tell you want a great time we have together. The comraderie, the support, the friendship, everything. We often refer to it as therapy because we can be truly ourselves with people that we've known and trusted all our lives. Nothing better.
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