This week, I have learned a lesson. Never look forward to a measly week off as if it's some sort of nirvana where time will cease, human limits will shatter, and a lifetime legacy of chronic procrastination will be shrugged off in a burst of unprecedented accomplishment and creativity.
In other words, it's Day Four of the week I've been dreaming of since school started, and I have done jack squat. (In the words of Christopher Farley.)
I have, however, turned the spare bedroom into a totally cute office, lined with my favorite books and appealing fabrics. It's exactly the kind of place Martha Stewart would sit down and write notecards in. "Dear Missymussy, you just don't fit in." Signed, professional teachers everywhere.
Benicles attended Rosh Hashanah services (or, as I like to call them, church) last night and this morning. And he made friends! Real, Jewish Friends! We are going over to their house tonight for dinner. They're from New York, so I will wear all black and scowl a lot.
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