last week, i hinted that a maelstrom might be a' brewing. i was feeling foggy, there was a 100% chance of showers, my deportment was somewhat stormy.
as it often goes with weather forecasting, we can't possibly know that the next day may bring a deluge, even when the sun seems to be poking through the clouds. that a phone call from school on a beautiful spring day could bring me from *almost* ebullient to downright lachrymose.
i knew i was acting inimically as i gathered jack from the director's office. while his behavior was tractable, even his fun smile couldn't prevent a few of my own tears from escaping. how could i be dragooned into even one more hour of the most sedulous of activities?
it was straight to the barber, followed by two doses of the *good stuff* liberally applied throughout the weekend.
the denoument is that he passed the first checkpoint this morning. i am listening to fun Irish music to chase away any semblance of a lugubrious mood. but i'm querulously holding my breath every time the phone rings.
many, many thanks to april, for challenging me to enjoy telling this story!