Wearily, wearily

26.11.12.

 

 

Since sharing this blog with them, two of my students have started blogging. This pleases me.

 

 

Feeling like a ball in a particularly frenetic pinball machine does not please me.

 

 

Neither does the constant darkness.

 

 

By the time we get home, I just want to climb the stairs and go to bed.

 

 

Am counting the years until retirement...