Liliana's Office, Thursday

Her class was now second period instead of first, which was certainly a step in the right direction. Hopefully each iteration would move her slightly later in the day, until her classes were comfortably in the afternoon and she could sleep until a civilized hour. Which would make office hours a little more tricky, but that was a bridge she'd cross and/or burn when she got there.

For now, however, she was content to hold them and use the time to unwind and relax, free of duties and responsibilities for the rest of the day. Hmm. Perhaps some quality lounging on her chaise was in order while she went over the impressions she'd gotten of her students.

Was it too early for a nice, meditative glass of wine? Okay, what if she put juice in it and called it a mimosa?