The kind of week when…
I exchange smiles with a janitor.
A ten minute nap before class turns into a two hour suspension of consciousness.
Sidewalk chalk drawings of the sun are brighter than the real thing.
Dipping toast in coffee tastes better than it sounds.
Strolling through a garden on a rainy day with the boyfriend feels like heaven.
My 9-year old Sunday School student is a nasty bowler. Proud teacher right here.
I wish I could have gone home to see my brother go to prom in a white tuxedo.
Eating home baked pizza and watching The Land Before Time is how the apartment mates and I utilize our study break time.
