It was a holiday full of sleeping in with a cold and Nyquil help, shopping, and hanging out. I had almost exclusively mundane conversations. Then I got back to work today and immediately had to jump back into mediating between sons and moms. The mom who is making her son visit a military school this week as a threat. The kid whose dad died of cancer last week and talking to his mom about his belief he needs to fill his father's empty shoes.
I wish I could blame the Nyquil, but I could only laugh at myself last night when I discovered I had been responding to texts from someone when I thought I was writing to an entirely different audience. 338-5966 and 358-1966. A mathematician would never confuse those, but I recall that profession coming in last place on my Strong Interest Inventory.
Point of pride- I successfully built a fire in my stove last night that lasted hours. Point of confusion- one of my neighbors seems to have acquired a rooster. I believe it arrived on Thanksgiving.
I wish I could blame the Nyquil, but I could only laugh at myself last night when I discovered I had been responding to texts from someone when I thought I was writing to an entirely different audience. 338-5966 and 358-1966. A mathematician would never confuse those, but I recall that profession coming in last place on my Strong Interest Inventory.
Point of pride- I successfully built a fire in my stove last night that lasted hours. Point of confusion- one of my neighbors seems to have acquired a rooster. I believe it arrived on Thanksgiving.
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