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:
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.