My body and brain both ache after this week. First there was the whole getting thrown into the classroom full time. I've mastered where to park, how to take attendance, how to enter grades and wrote lesson plans for the upcoming week. Several people on staff have introduced themselves to me and all have been extraordinarily helpful. The high school secretary is a goddess divine, too. All of this "first week excitement" was followed by a whole weekend of basketball tournament, Mr. B (whose team lost and lost and lost again) on Saturday, Mr. G (whose team won and won and won and then lost) today. Toss in four megaloads of laundry, a couple of concession/admission shifts at the tournament, daylight savings, a couple of episodes of Dr. Who (season two) with Mr. T and staying up WAY TOO LATE to finish reading The Fault in Our Stars and I am BEAT.
But Friday night it was over 30 degrees and I sat on the front porch with Jax. No wind, just a gentleness to the air, so I felt comfortable in a sweater and t-shirt. We were waiting for Mr. D to come home from the store with a bag of dog food. I petted that dog and listened to the steady drip-drip-drip. Slowly things are thawing out and melting.
That twenty minutes of sitting in the dark, the temperate air on my face and the peaceful dripping of eaves was lovely. I felt so lucky in those moments, contemplating the quiet and counting my blessings.