End of a busy work day for me is when it hits me the hardest - when I have been on my feet, teaching and speaking for six hours and only have two small breaks. I am fine, up until 2.59 pm - then at three I am down for the count.

My last person leaves my class and I switch off - I can't be bothered moving, turning off computers, getting work together, putting textbooks back - nothing. I am thinking through fluffy clouds of cotton wool, walking through cement, my petrol tank is literally empty and planning my next task before I get to go home is torture. I sit down and stare into space (and sometimes I sit there for what seems forever - and sometimes it is), trying to compose my thoughts and mobilise my body to do as I tell it to.

I usually try to schedule my days better, and my boss generally lets me work around a schedule that I can manage. I have had lots of full days lately though.....ugh! Nice on pay day, but lately I have been too tired on the weekends to enjoy it.