Good news:
The snow seems to be gone for good.
Bad news:
No more snow days.
This week I've been daunted and stalked by the task of writing 43 report cards, which are due on Thursday morning; torture is inescapable. I'm on trimester and semester schedules, which means I have to write fifteen sets of report cards this year. The operative word is "endless".
Now that it's spring, all sorts of animals are coming out of the woodwork including the town weirdos. I'm keeping a close watch on Nukah; I don't want him to fall under the wrong influence.
Every morning, I wake up listening to the theme song from Northern Exposure, thanks to Joe's genius present. And every day I am more and more convinced that I'm living in Cicely, Alaska.
Ninety-six more days until school is out, but who's counting?
