...and here I sit, at home again. Y'know what, though? It's a bit of a relief. There actually was a kids' something-or-other at the church, but I have absolutely hit the wall. Seems like anymore, when Friday rolls around, I'm completely exhausted.
It's probably the fact that I feel compelled to be one of the first people in the school building every morning. I am NOT a morning person. Getting up at 5 AM is absolutely NOT natural or comfortable for me. But I have found that early mornings are the quietest and most productive hours of the day... before kids have come through... before anything good or bad has happened to color the day. I cannot stay after school because of Rick's schedule, as well. Contractually, I'm only obligated to be on duty between 7:20 AM and 3:10 PM. But I also have to say that if those were the only hours I spent at school, I'd never have anything done. So the extra time has to be built onto the front end. I was hired to do a job, and I want to do it WELL. I want to be an asset, not a liability. I want them to be glad they hired me. I don't care if anyone ever notices me for Teacher Of The Year; that's not important. I just want to be a solid, trustworthy, good teacher.
We have two vehicles: a '93 Mercury Villager mini-van with about 160K miles and a big dent in the sliding door, and an '89 Acura Integra with multiple rust spots and a non-working stereo. They've both served us well, although the Acura isn't convenient for kid transportation because not all the back seatbelts work. It also has begun to have electrical issues; this afternoon it died on the road while Rick was trying to get to work. He ended up having to call a tow truck, and one of his co-workers came to pick him up. I'm going to have to stay awake until 11:30 so I can leave and go get him.
Stargate SG-1 is on tonight. I dearly love that show... okay, yes, I'm a sci-fi geek. I admit it freely. Tonight's episode is a little soapier than I like, though. I like the really spacey ones, with techno-jargon and edge-of-the-seat action. Also, tonight's episode has Jolene Blalock playing a Jaffa... Jolene Blalock who also plays T'pol, the Vulcan crewmember on Enterprise. Her makeup and hair are completely different, causing her to be almost unrecognizeable. Rick didn't notice it at all, but I catch nuances in voice and mouth and eyes that he doesn't notice. I actually notice lots and lots of actors doing double-duty among the various sci-fi shows, in differing makeup and costumes of course. It's fun to say, "Hey Rick, do you recognize that dude?" and Rick will look hard and ponder, then say, "Yeah, but I have no clue from where." and then I can say, "That's the Cardassian tailor from Deep Space Nine!" and he says, "You are RIGHT! That's him! How in the world do you remember stuff like that?"
It's just the trivial brain. It's an inherited condition, and it appears to be incurable. My head is crammed full of useless factoids, most of which I have no idea where or why until one day something just comes up.
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