This weekend was lovely in its nothingness. I want to prolong this weekend and the feeling of calm I have attained. This weekend, with some meals in and some meals out, with some time with make-up on and much more time in flannel pajamas, had the right blend of inside and outside. This weekend with time and a conversation with older daughter; and younger daughter away for a brief retreat from which she returned home content. I don’t want it to end.
I don’t want to lose the softness that I attained once I confront my students tomorrow morning when I tell them that it’s time for the pronoun-antecedent agreement test and they tell me that I never told them or they forgot that I told them. I don’t want to break their mood from the weekend, either, but I must. I am so looking forward to the winter break. Break, indeed.