Rude Noises On My Face

I make rude noises at my life. It doesn’t get to make rude noises at me. Usually.

So I mentioned last time (ooh, two posts in August!) that I might talk about why I’m feeling better. Then August kind of fell on me like a wall or maybe a small moon dropped on my head and uh…yeah.

I’ve worked in schools for more than twenty years now. If there’s one thing you would think I would know, it’s that I’m not doing a blasted thing in late July/early August that I don’t have to do to stay alive and ...