Nuggets Tomorrow

Um. Not good without communication. Who would have thought it was possible to miss? I am thinking the next few lines of the first poem I've written in like 3 weeks is going to begin:

The cold came easily that winter.
It was easy to be susceptible
because we had not become yet
what we were meant to become.

I'm not sure what to do with it. But, I like it.

Children come tomorrow. I was at school for a couple of hours this morning, laying down the cute rug I got at Target yesterday with AR. I also, FINALLY, purchased a real swimsuit for Vegas. It's not quite so bad, but it's in the pink and gingham pattern. However, I'm actually comfortable in it, which is what's really important.

Although I'm nervous for my students, I got this email from my mom this morning:
Just wanted to wish you GOOD LUCK tomorrow. I know you will do your best and your best always means you will come out a winner. Enjoy your day with your nuggets and let me know how it goes.
Love, mom
That plus the encouraging text messages from my dad always help. It's going to be fine, really. I've reached the point of simple acceptance of what it's going to be like--if it's bad, then it's bad and there's not a whole heck of a lot I can do about it. If it's good, then fantastic. I'm just going to do what I need to do.

MD and I were completely paranoid today in the car, thinking about how early we're going to have to get up tomorrow. So, after working, I went to brunch with KF, and enjoyed myself ... reminding myself that life is what it is and if it goes well, then awesome. If it goes badly, then... we'll see what we can do about it. But, it's going to go well. I'm promising myself.