anton chekhov is stalking me, obvs.
i have had a discouraging day. one of those that can completely turn around on you in 45 minutes flat, and then it is fundamentally driven home in 5 minutes, and then put over the edge every minute after that by seemingly non=horrible things, like someone taking entirely too long to back out of their parking spot. i mean DEAR LORD DON’T THEY SEE THE LINE OF EIGHT CARS BEHIND THEM? the nerve. or, in german: die nerve!
i’ve got some mean reds, for sure. and it is just about now that i stumbled upon this quote which was shuffling along in my photo folder:
seriously, anton. seriously.
i have to go find my reboot button now, so i can return to teaching tomorrow instead of becoming a quitty quitter who quits quittingly, which is what i want to do now.
sara, darling. 
Oh man. I feel ya.
you’re doing a great job. hang in there. every day is new. not that i wasn’t just crying last night from sheer overwhelmed-ness. . . and this is my fifth year. . . but you should feel better, really. sleep does wonders. oh, what am i talking about? does it help to know we’re all feeling this way? hang in.
I think I must be tired, no lunch and too much coffee or something, because when I glanced down at the bottom of this post, I was convinced for a split-second that you said “i have to go find my rocket-skates now.” Am I going crazy? Probably.
I hate days like that. It makes you wish you could start the day over again, but then you realize you would have to live through all the horribleness all over again. You then conclude that you are just better off fast forwarding to the end of the day where you are crawling in bed with relief that the day is finally over.
By the way, he IS a great author. I read one of his short stories, “The Bet” for my 8th grade reading class. It is quite enjoyable. I would recommend it when you have the time.