A rest-and-recovery Sunday, although I should have not needed it.
So far I have been defeated by the neck strap that goes on the camera and the plastic packaging of the memory cards. Blech. I am supposed to be smarter than inanimate objects.
Depression keeps hanging around like the stink on an old sneaker. I have a basic cause, but not a root cause, if there is one.
Four class days this week, then first-period exam and regular day to follow.
Same Monday, with second period, then just three half days with exams, a half-day with kids and the check-out day. Yay. Two week from tomorrow. That oughta help.
Actually, I did need some of the time to recover from walking several miles in the rain yesterday at Boston Pride. It was a lot of fun.
It's nice to know that my daughters remain my good friends and more.
Well, by now, PVMHS graduation should eb over. I hate graduations. I have been to two of them in 12 or 13 years of teaching high school, and only because
evilnicola and
theresat graduated. I cry like a baby at graduation.