This week went by SO quickly; how thankful I am. I think if I can make it to Christmas I can see the end of the road even though our semester doesn’t end til the end of January or something icky like that.

One week from this very minute I will be in the same room with Robin in small town Texas. Suzane wrote today. She has a Diet Coke addiction also and hates being hassled about it. I am really looking forward to being with her and getting to know her better. How funny that when I get to the airport it will be a NEW friend picking me up. Next week seems a lifetime away.

I have ZERO plans for tomorrow; that is dangerous. I need a haircut very badly but don’t know where to go anymore. I might go to the Valley and try to get one. I am finding myself wanting to go running again—but I don’t know where to go. I like nature trails. Of course that is not an option here—not without a big fee and an annoying hassle. I was misled. I looked online before I moved, searching for such things and it gave me a list of them in Pasadena. HA! They are not quite what the website made them out to be.

All my life I have feared being the Fool. Now I am and it is actually better than I feared.

I read a comforting article about earthquakes today.

I wore dance shoes to work today. The kids thought they were cool. Dr. Hayes emailed from Clear Stream about that but it is too much of a silly inside joke to blog without it sounding nuts. Still, I read his email and laughed and laughed. It felt good.

I still cry when I drive to work.

I felt my green eyes come out when I heard our school paper won awards. I never want o be without a school paper again. I worry that Dr. Hayes’ newspaper teacher WON’T retire. What if I have to make a decision between him and a newspaper?

Dr. Hayes’ first name is Fred (though it is a horrifying though to call him that!). Miss Butler, whose dad’s name is Fred, said “Fred” means Peaceful.

Yup.