Yesterday I said to my wife, "I don't really want to go back tomorrow." It stems from lacking interest in the scripted reading program I'll have to teach in a few weeks. Many of my students angrily balked at the program when I tried to demonstrate for them what class will look like when we implement the program.
But after gearing myself up for the return, and expecting a 90 minute delay, school was cancelled.
Now, I want to go back. It must be something about wanting what I can't have. Childish.