How is that for a creative title?
It really says it all.
It wasn't a bad day. Just long. So long that at 3:00, I could no longer quite remember what day it was. Must be Wednesday, right? Because Monday started so long ago.
But no. Still Monday.
My classes started today. I always seem to have one student who seems a bit difficult. A bit different. I'm trying to be patient. But really? Do we have to be so difficult / different on Day One? Couldn't we wait until at least Day Two?
Connor has decided that, rather than a hedge hog, he thinks he would just like to have a dog. Just.
Today, I put a second coat of paint on one side of our guest room. And painted the baseboards. Tomorrow, I plan to move all of the furniture over to the finished side so that I can paint what remains. Because that's just the way I get things done. You know. The way that takes the longest.
Slow progress is still progress. Right?