Got up before five due to neighbors coming home around then. Did not manage to get back to sleep. Gave up and got out of bed and downstairs to work before seven. Worked until two, tried to nap, failed. Got up at three, showered, went to school, taught seven active children for two hours, then met with the caterer for my bat mitzvah dinner. Home, food, then back to work for several hours because the materials I was supposed to get last Monday were received on Friday, and it was a holiday weekend, where I was told I did not have to put the pages up until today. Except there’s so much material, I’m not finished yet.
But it’s close to midnight, and I’m working on less than five hours of sleep, and I can barely type this post.
So I am going to bed. And thanking my co-bloggers ahead of time for picking up the slack.
I didn’t get to practice anything new tonight. Now I have to do double work tomorrow.
Oh. Funny small-town Richmond story. The caterer and the third-grade teacher (who gave me the caterer’s name) were discussing my singlehood while we discussed the menu for my dinner. Then they started talking up a mutual friend of theirs as a potential date. They started describing him to me, he sounded extremely familiar, and I said, “Wait—what’s his last name?” They told me, and I told them to forget it. We’d been set up several years ago by a mutual friend. Not my type. Turns out he’s the caterer’s brother-in-law.
Now I’m really glad we parted amicably.
And on that note… outta here.