I come home completely drained.
Maybe... maybe... I'll get something I want to accomplish for me done.
Yeah, I got some work for school done... some (by my lights) pointless paperwork; a test I don't really want to give because I know everything I need to know to calculate their grades, it's not giving me new information, just a paper trail I can use to justify the grade that I, and the students, both know that they deserve. The least I can do is make it painless, both to take and to grade.
But for me? Nothing. I'm pretty much dry.
I think I'll try making lunch for tomorrow. Not fancy, but important. (I can't go to the commissary, everything they make is specifically against my non-MS-aggravating diet.)
In the MS biz, you take what you can get.