It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

Made great swedish pancakes for dinner and then discovered that my powdered sugar was in fact just fine granulated sugar. Disappointing.

I don't think I ever wrote about it, but there's this tiny girl in one of my classes who sits at a desk by herself at the front of the room, and she's so quiet I'm not even sure she really talks even if she manages to move her mouth a little when we do pronunciation. One day when I was starting class she was being slow getting out her materials, and I noticed it was because she was very gingerly keeping a ladybug cradled in one fist. I went over to her desk and asked what was going on; she seemed reluctant to betray her little stow-away. But I held out my hand and she let the ladybug crawl onto it; I told the class I'd be back in a minute and ran down the hall to let it go outside. I think Madame Bauza thought I was a bit daft for leaving the class alone just to escort a ladybug out of the building, but I think it established a kind of understanding between me and the tiny quiet girl --her name is Fiona.

Well, the other day she tapped on the window to wave to me while I was in the teachers' lounge. I was totally psyched. Also that day in the teachers' lounge I heard that Will and Monsieur Feixa had a conversation about me.

Makes me kind of nervous at 6:36 p.m.