The Reckoning

This weekend was an anniversary of sorts. I treated myself to a massage (pronounced, as always, the British way: MASS-ahgze), a process that is becoming more common these days. Making up for lost time, I guess. I spent my entire life abhorring the thought of massages until this time last year when the heavens opened and the angels sang out and the truth was revealed to me.

Today is The Reckoning.

School starts tomorrow. Help me, Lord Jesus. And my students, too. They're gonna need it. Did I tell you that in both my classes I have students who were in Comp I over the last couple of years? It's such an interesting feeling, knowing that I won't be in front of all strangers tomorrow and Tuesday, that there will be familiar faces. I appreciate that someone (multiple someones!) would voluntarily take another class of mine!

The syllabi are complete and printed. Here, my friends, are the detailed lessons and assignments through December. Done and done. Pass me the Virginia Woolf and a large glass of wine.

This is my version of the eye roll emoji...

Look what I saw on my way to the massage! Aren't they precious?

If anyone needs me, I'll be stomping around the house, in loincloth and ashes, whining and bemoaning the end of my glorious summer. I'll probably get myself wound up for a good nap. Lucy, meanwhile, is ready to have the house back to herself.