Special prayer request:
I woke up this morning pretty sick.
(Or, actually, the opposite of pretty)
I hate it.
You know that moment, when your brain has woken up, and now your body wakes up? You think "man, I am cold" or "man, I'm really hungry".
The instant I had that moment this morning, I knew:
it was going to be a terrible, horrible,
no good, very bad day.
In the stomach-y way.
It's very common.
Everybody told me it would happen before too long.
The first day back to school, God?
I kept down some juice after lunch.
There are 150 docs sleeping here.
I'm sure I'll be fine.
But for now
I'm sick, sick, sick.
Taught my two hours of class (7-8 English, 9-11 English).
Had more kids than I thought:
13 in junior high, 14 in 9th-11th.
Got them started on a writing assignment
("The Last Two Weeks: A Journal")
Tried to learn a whole new bunch of names.
One of the classes met in my apartment living room:
hard to focus with 5 classrooms in one chapel.
I had two of the three sisters who lost their father.
One was wearing a man's gold wedding ring
on a chain around her neck.
I didn't ask.
I almost lost it when I saw it.
Back to bed.