Still about seven hours left of this day. They can't possibly go too slowly. The worst thing in Sunday is the fact that it always ends. I have hated that as long as I can remember. It means that Monday's coming kicking and screaming, like those idiots I had to teach.

As if that had been possible...

I don't have to teach anymore, thank Merlin, or Dark Lord or Nagini or what ever...

But that's another story.