Tomorrow Is Friday, Which Is Always A Good Thing To Be Able To Say

It's been one of those weeks that I'm not at all sorry to say good-bye to. Today, for example, began with a surprise formal observation by my supervisor, and ended with a very angry administrator in my classroom, chewing out my students--via an interpreter--for blocking the emergency exit with their prayer rugs during a fire drill.

But next week will be better, because while the building is attemping a fire-drill-take-two, I will be knitting in the craft room at Holden Village, where fire danger is admittedly more imminent (the villagers were evacuated for a couple of weeks earlier this fall due to forest fires in the area), but at least Lutherans are far too obedient to botch fire drills.