Tired, with no prospect of sleep

It's my fault today, because I went with my dad to pick Michali and Eyal from the airport. They came back from a week in Paris, and it took them quite a while to get out with all of their things because the belt got stuck. We also missed them when they came so they came up behind us and surprised us. We only got home about half an hour ago, and we woke up at 4:15.

The "no prospect of sleep" is due to (brace yourselves) Perach workshop. 8:30-12:30 at the university of long and bullshity discussions.

And, 16:00 brings the prospect of a house call for one of the kids I interviewed this week. Only then can I rest, but not for long - I have to write down an interview agenda for Sunday, for the tutors' interviews, and tomorrow I'm going to Haifa.

Uch. With. This. Week.

And the next one is not going to be much better, but it'll at least be without my work at the paper to handle.

I guess I made a mistake with this perach thing, but I can't leave now. Hopefully it'll be better after the beginning rush ends.