Aahh, I feel close to rested. I'm connecting to non-job parts of me. I chatted with people about mythology and theology today. I chatted with new friends who graciously accepted my mad cap version of a meal and without a flinch. And, I chatted with old friends. Said friend dared to call me "hard-headed" when I related a recent story of woe. I told him, "Mr. Kettle, meet Ms. Pot." Not proving his point or anything. This is the same friend who has said, "I'm going to say something, then there will be a 60-second silence before you respond."
Geez, sometimes it's amazing I have any friends. My friends are a hearty breed: stout-hearted and thick-skinned. They're keepers, esp. when they have the gall to point out a flaw in a humorous way. (haha, that slant rhyme is almost as good as Dr. Seuss. Or better in a different way.)
I don't feel uber-prepared for tomorrow. That is to say, I don't have an extra hour of programming if a just in case scenario arises. But, I did run this weekend. I did come up with a seating chart and plans. And, this whole gig is flexing my prayer muscles.
I need to figure out good homework for my kids: short, sweet and relevant. I need to have a reading log on a bright piece of paper that I check weekly that is signed daily. Will work on it.
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