Foggy

 That's the best way to describe yesterday.  It kind of felt like I didn't have my glasses on.  I could basically function, but everything was slightly disorienting.  I had the schedule wrong.  I couldn't find a few things that I'd printed and tucked away in some random place which December Thelma was sure January Thelma could find. 

December Thelma was wrong.

I had recess duty, which is the worst on any Monday, but especially unfortunate when I'm trying to get my bearings.

My new phone and my work computer didn't exactly hit it off as a team and my Apple Watch (which I only wear to school so I didn't know the impending conflict) isn't very keen on my new phone either.

I know these are things Adam could solve, but Adam is in Phoenix so here we are.

Despite feeling like wait...what? all day long, I got through the day and even managed to maintain my patience.  I think an outside observer would think I'm pretty much always maintaining my patience, but I like it when I feel patient on the inside too.

Day one teaching in 2025, I was patient!  All the way patient!  Let's celebrate!

It was good to see my students and see their smiling faces when I let them in the door in the morning.  A few of them bragged about their Christmas presents, but most of them did not.

A few of them bragged about staying up late on New Year's Eve, but most of them did not.

One girl said, "I stayed up late like a 4th grader!"

Someone asked, "Are you friends with any 4th graders?"

She is not.  They were all asking around and no one was.

One boy offered, "I'm friends with someone who is friends with a 4th grader."

That gave him a measure of street cred.

I love 3rd graders.  (And I'm friends with a lot of 4th graders because they used to be my students so I guess I'm the coolest kid of all....)

I also love Mark Mondays.  He wanted to go to La Costa and I said I was up for another visit.  (It's that good!)  I decided that I would get the steak tacos Adam had ordered Friday night and take half of them for my lunch today.  I enjoyed my dinner with Mark.  We talked about work and what I'd discovered lately on Family Search.  We talked about how cute the latest picture of QE is and I told him about school.  I carefully slid half of my dinner to the side and then slid it into a to go box.

Then I forgot the to go box on the table.

(When I was a waitress in high school and college, people would ask for a box for their food and more often than not, they would forget the box.  I always thought this was crazy, but I have done it more often than I would like to admit.)

I was driving toward home and realized my mistake.  I quickly called Mark to see if he was still near La Costa.  He was.  He went in and the waitress had set the leftovers aside.  Mark met me at Maverik and I rolled down the passenger window and he handed in my tacos and I told him he was a hero.

My brain is foggy.

Reentry is hard.

But I have tacos for lunch!