Well, things have settled down, as they often do. (I almost wrote “as they sometimes do,” but decided to be less superstitious than that. Hypatia will understand what an act of bravery that is.) The Snork Maiden is well, and I have my car back, apparently running fine for now. I just need to pay close attention and bring it back fast if it starts slipping again, because if it goes on, it will wreck the transmission. Of course, if it starts slipping again, that may mean that it has wrecked the transmission.
I do seem to have injured myself, embarrassingly enough, in the buttock: there’s a sore muscle there for some reason. I did sit on the desk a lot yesterday: perhaps I put my weight too much on that side? I guess I’ll be standing more today. Dr. Tea, who is an avid runner, showed me a hamstring stretch that she says will help.
Now I’m going through old emails in my gmail account, compiling some info for our tax return–plane fares and that sort of thing. I’m trying not to spend too much time reading old email, but it’s fascinating to me how frantic I was a lot of the time a year ago. There’s one email I wrote to myself, apparently when I was trying to psych myself up to teach a night class, that is nothing but a list entitled “People who will still love me even if I do a lousy job teaching tonight.” Seriously–is that pathetic, or what? Or maybe not as pathetic as thinking that there would be nobody to love me if I didn’t do a good job teaching the class.
Which reminds me that I should write a post about how fond I have become of nearly all my students and how I have come to believe this is a function not merely of time spent with them, but also of the amount of change I have seen in the nearly seven months we’ve spent together. Is it perhaps just a part of human hardwiring to attach to young creatures when you’re watching them grow?
The new thing for girls at the school, by the way, is bangs. Bangs are seriously in. Every few days someone else is peeking up at me from under a newly-cut fringe.