December 15, 2011
Ten days before Christmas.
If I could be excited, I would.
But the piles and piles of paper before me are the best kryptonite for excitement I've ever encountered.
I need to consider a shield or some sort of prophylactic.
Perhaps there's something at Warehouse 13 I could use.
In spite of all my whinging and whining about Christmas, I do have to acknowledge when kindness and Christmas spirit is right in front of me.
After forgetting my bank card, and sending Stephen home to retrieve it, I took Mum to Starbucks for a coffee break.
I needed one.
Desperately.
While taking Mum's coat off, I remarked that I couldn't believe I had left my bankcard in my other coat pocket.
Afterwards, I was on my way to order coffee, I was called over to the table of an older couple who asked if I needed money to purchase my mother's coffee.
Touched.
I was so touched.
I thanked them profusely and then told them that before I sent my hubby home to collect my bank card, I stripped him off all his cash.
At least enough for coffee and a nibblie for my mother.
Warmed the cockles of my heart.
And now back to our regularly scheduled programming: marking.
On every station until the last grade is posted.
I gotta get better cable.
Title Lyric: Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down
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