School begins soon. Today is full of meetings, meals, receptions, and presentations.
Am I running to or from school? From my days in Hannibal, at Mark Twain Elementary.
After an intense and productive week at work, even before contracts begin Monday, I took a ME night on Friday.
My night started with a nap.
And then included a homemade black-ben quesadilla, a lot of time in my chair, a bit of gin, the latest episode of Grantchester, a documentary, and then the soap-opera pleasure of Below Deck: Mediterranean.
I was happy.
Today will be filled with Saturday tasks. But first, eggs & bacon, then Morning Prayer.
I took this quiz yesterday, since it was linked from a New York Times advertisement.
And I scored a perfect 30!
Then I realized I’ve actually seen more then 2/3 of these paintings in person.
This is how I feel already, and contracts haven’t even started.
But some parts of the day are more like this, all at the same time:
Contracts? Let’s not forget about the 18 private lessons I’ll be teaching most weeks too. Students have emerged and want to study with me. Hallelujah! But I need 27 hours each day.
And then there are these days:
Wednesday morning. I am in the dentist chair for a crown. There is nothing like the scent of something burning emanating from your mouth at 8:10 in the morning…..
All these amalgam fillings!
Drill, baby, drill!!
So apparently yesterday was Gay Uncles Day.
My friend Ken reminded me that we should be receiving cards and gifts from our nieces and nephews. (Alas . . . .)
So in honor, here’s photos of me with the blood relative (for I have numerous adopted) nieces and nephews over the years, and some photos I’ve taken of them:
Gracing my home this weekend after a trip to Soulard market Saturday morning: