Connecting the Dots

I don't know if it was the weather, lack of sleep, or stress, but I came back from the Pacific Northwest with some major zits. Seriously. It's gross and I know it, but I don't know how to make them go away. In fact, I'd prefer not to leave the house until my constellations have moved into another hemisphere, but I do have to start work tomorrow. Come to think of it, the thought of going back to work is probably what made me break out in the first place. When people ask how I feel about going back after a sabbatical, I tell them I'm excited, but it's a boldfaced lie. Sure, I like teaching for the interaction with the kids, but the thought of administrators, test scores, and grading papers (oh lord, grading papers!) is just, well, giving me zits. Perhaps all will be better after a good night of beauty rest, but the only thing I can really count on, or at least count, is the blemishes on my face (which is up to around thirteen).