Back to the old grind. Got up, had breakfast (eggs). Pet the cat. Drove to the school. The sky is white as a countertop.
As I make my rounds I look at some of the students and they look back. Almost every day some group of students will ogle at me and laugh to each other. I wonder if my quiet demeanor is frightening to them, and they laugh as a coping mechanism. Only the losers ignore me.
Someone got sick again, this time on the bathroom floor. I wipe it up with a dirty look.
Drove home. Pet the cat. TV, then sleep.