Not feeling like I've got much to say. Weird. Got a hair cut, there is probably a great story in there somewhere if I told it right.
What I think I need to talk about is some of the weirdness of coming back. People are different, and are behaving differently. It always happens, but it seems weirder this year. I can't quite put a finger on it. Not all of it is bad weird. Some is delightful! Recovered health, renewed energy, though most folks seem more worn, not less, clingier, more troubled.
I also have one super challenging class.
I try very hard not to talk about work, cause I don't want to here, and I don't think it's a good idea. Let's rest with, I am teaching a bunch more this year, which is taking some getting used to, and one class....of small people....I am dreading. Can I just say that I like teaching small people. Just not several of these small people so much.
As a result of my revised work schedule, and youngest's later basketball schedule, and the man's rowing schedule, we have finally signed on as fully-fledged Catalans. We are now dinar-ing in the fullest sense of the word. That's right, we have our large, cooked, sit-down-together dinner at 2pm ie. lunchtime ie. when the girls get home from school for lunch, sorry, dinar. Then at supper, around 9pm, we are having a light lunch-type meal, as in left-overs, sandwiches, salad kinda stuff.
And it's working too, and it's really nice. We are now actually all eating together two meals a day! Though that will change a bit as my schedule alters. Two nights a week that won't happen, the girls will (probably with some relief) get themselves supper and sort themselves out and the man and I will probably have supper around 10pm or later when we both get home....
There, I did have something to say after all, didn't I.