How the worm has turned on this final Friday of August.
I arose with a thumping headache in the sinus region above the windows to my soul. I piloted my way to work without the aid of tinted cockpit glass through the Dolly-Partonesque light of a clear blue morning.
By the end of my 2nd Hour planning period, I popped an ibuprofen. That, plus half a Diet Coke with Lime during my lunch that started at 10:53 a.m., perked me up enough to carry on.
After school, I was hummin'. Not in a musical way, but in the way of a busy little worker bee. By 4:00, I had wrapped up the week's loose ends of ungraded papers and tied them with a pretty pink bow of updated electronic gradebook entries. Grades were done, man!
The cherry on top of my tasty Friday sundae was the ethereal white glow of late-evening sun reflecting off the inter-fence coils of razor wire at the local maximum security state prison that I pass each day on my way home.
It's the little things, people.
3 comments:
I suppose you can figure that life is good, as long as you are looking at that razor wire from the outside and not the inside ....
It's always nice to drive past your old home. LOL
Glad your headache was cured--put the lime in the coke and drink it all up, put the lime in the coke and drink it with an ibuprofen...
lalalalala...
May I suggest a netti pot?
Kathy,
Yes. I think so. The only time I was inside a prison was a tour of this one's country cousin. Oh, and the two I went to for an interview with the Department of Corrections. And that 90-day shock treatment housing unit.
Maybe I've seen the inside of more prisons than a hardened criminal.
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labbie,
I could not afford that home.
You may suggest a Netti pot until the cows come home, but you might as well not risk wearing away your fingertips with all that typing. I refuse to waterboard myself just to get rid of a headache.
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