These pictures Jen sent me of her daughter Cecelia remind me of how I feel at 10pm on some weekdays.
In short, I’m just done.
I can neither confirm nor deny that Cecelia has been teaching class, but she sure looks like she knows my pain. Perhaps she had a bad day getting those unruly teddy bears to attend to their alphabet.
Did she fall asleep beating her fists on the chair? Railing against the human condition, wherein one must labor uphill every day and never make progress?
Dunno, but she’s out cold now.
Sweet dreams, girlfriend. May you find respite from the rat race.