So yeah, I started my long-term sub Catholic school job this week. It’s going fine…trying to learn names, get the routines down, get the 8th graders to stop goofing off and get to work.

And just when I was getting into the swing of things, I received a call from my mom telling me that my uncle (my dad’s brother) passed away. Not entirely unexpected…he’s been sick, and just made the decision to stop his dialysis treatments. He’d come to terms with the fact that he was never going to get better, probably not ever going to leave the hospital. He died peacefully in his sleep, I understand, and the funeral is Friday.

The principal was, of course, very very understanding. I only actually *teach* three classes on Fridays. They have Mass in the morning, stations in the afternoon, I have lunch duty, which someone will have to cover…ugh. I cancelled my class this evening, because there are just too many things that I need to get done. Pack, for example. I’m leaving for PA right after school tomorrow.

Blah.

And on top of all of that, I’m feeling like the cold that I thought was leaving me is back. I woke up with that dry, scratchy-throat feeling again this morning. Great.

I’m sure there was more I was going to say, but none of it is coming to me right now.