I have been playing hookey from work the past couple of days, taking vacation instead of applying healthy doses of grindstone to my proboscis.
I have been rewarded by three days in which the lack of precipitation was blessedly made up for in the increase of temperature. I have therefore spent my days riding around with the convertible top down rather than applying myself to my schoolwork.
Both gainful employment and dismal weather make their return upon the morrow, and to make it worse it seems as if my mother is still correct. I just opened my schoolbooks and found that my homework is steadfast in its dogged determination not to do itself.
I hear that grindstone spinning up to speed.