The sun was red when setting a few times this week. Just like it did at the same time last year. I think it’s saying I can’t wait for Spring and Summer. I noticed a small heart sticker had fallen from a student’s belongings and lay to rest on a rug. I would have taken a picture of it and posted it here, but thought the metaphor is already six inches from its grave. You’ll have to imagine what it looked like; sometimes the imagination is better. Junior Highers are ironically humorous and they won’t understand that fact for years to come. A boy told me I need a haircut and I think it’s because he wants everyone to be buzzed like he is. The same boy threw a snowball at me a month ago. I vowed to him I’ll get him back. Today he was waiting at the door I was walking towards while heading into work. So I gathered up some snow and formed it into a snowball. His eyes grew wide and he ran away from me. He doesn’t know I might wait till Spring and dump a bucket of water on him; water is water whether frozen or liquid. The same boy’s father threatens him with punishment but apparently never follows through. I could get used to four day work weeks. A snow-day last week and President’s Day this coming Monday. Orgasmic melodic trance. Don’t worry, it’s just a descriptive phrase of what happens when stumbling upon new music that makes you feel like you’re weightless. One of my favorite new things I’ve received this year is a mug I got for my birthday from work. I must be getting old. I observed to a housemate that there are a ton of Baptist churches in the area and he was surprised at that. I’ve been meaning to frame a handful of pictures and hang them up but God knows when I’ll actually get around to doing that. I asked a teacher yesterday while at work if he was okay since he was limping. I’m 43, he replied.