Into school.
Sleep in, punctuated by news of NZ's soccer victory over the Serbs.
Children gone before me (and wife too).
Classes running like clockwork, with many truanting visitors from other classes (thanks for dropping in, kids - off to class now).
Find remnants of gold tooth left behind on Fri.
Chase up attendees for Marriage of Figaro tomorrow night - we have a full house.
Apology from year 9 verbal abuser - all done with due dignity and respect.
No pain.
No nausea.
A trippy feeling that I am going too fast for myself - not unduly uncomfortable - just a bit weird.
G.
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