This past week has been both short and long - short because Bob was home, and we never seem to have quite enough time together when I'm working - and long because it was PSSA testing week, which is always interminable. I did enjoy the students I proctored, however, because a third of them were in my English classes last year. We did yoga each morning -- Bob says we should check the scores to see if the kids were way off the charts. It's possible, but more because they are really smart to begin with...
I also was involved in an accident in the Giant parking lot - some woman backed into me as I was putting my car into drive to move forward after backing out of a space. Sigh...
Last night we went back to Stella Blu after visiting Dad. He's becoming less aware of people around him and also sleepier. So sad - Judy is having a really hard time with this latest slide downward. I have to admit that I always have mixed feelings - I'm been watching my father on a downward spiral for at least five years, but I've been without my Sammy for four -- so unfair in so many ways. I know my dad would be so upset that he's become the person he saw while he was doing physical therapy at Riddle.
Anyway, today is St. Patrick's Day, so I should be wearing green, etc., but I'm just not.
Am on Book 3 of The Hunger Games series (Mockingjay).
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