This morning I woke up 30 minutes earlier than normal. 5:15 a.m.
Okay, back at it. I played some cribbage with my roommate, Phil. I’ve got a small glass of whiskey. It’s nearing 0 degrees outside. I love it. Tomorrow I work at the same school in the same 5th grade class. I’m loving that, too. Finally the kids are being more receptive to my teaching. I understand it takes some time to get used to a substitute teacher. They don’t know what’s going on. I’m figuring it out as I go along. Learning on my feet, literally.
I journaled this morning. Waking up a little earlier allowed me to do so. I also stretched. I feel like I stretched for 15 minutes but it was probably closer to five. Man, I enjoy wine much more than whiskey. But I think that’s the point. I don’t like whiskey that much. So I won’t drink that much of it. One glass right around now (just before 8 p.m.) is perfect. It’s my nightcap. I like the word nightcap. Not used that often, and I only use it when talking about having alcohol in the evening. I’ve got to have ice in it. Rocks. For some reason that reminds me of a journal entry I wrote the other night. You know the one. Well, I do. Anyway, that entry was more poetic than some of my actual poetry. Who am I kidding? It’s more poetic than most of my poetry. I will break it up into stanzas and post it one day.
Why did I not put new material on my blog the last two weeks? Laziness. I have to knock that crap off.
And why am I watching my language? Who knows.
Here’s to another awesome day. Every day can be awesome. I need to stop living one weekend at a time. There is so much to do every day. I almost don’t want to stop journaling. I guess I won’t stop writing.