Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.

My car is running pretty well. It's a tiny bit sluggish, barely noticeable, and probably not at all by anyone who doesn't drive it regularly. I've been faithfully warming it up before driving it, so far so good. Today it goes to the shop at 2pm. So while the car is hanging in there, the driver has turned into a puddle of molten anxiety over the last two days. Oh, yeah, racing heart, distracted, tense, general overreacting. There's so many things in life I take in stride. How come car problems turn me into a candidate for Prozac? Feh.

Class last night went beautifully, even if no one knew the word 'hierarchical'. They were, thankfully, familiar with the concept if not the word, so it made teaching them to outline way easier. My one young lady who has never written an essay in her life (Fie to the American public school that let her get away with that! Fie!) is going to do just fine. She's a lot brighter than she gives herself credit for, and just really needs some confidence in her own writing skills. I keep telling my students the only way to get better at writing is to practice. Heh. I'm starting to realize maybe I should practice what I preach and write something. Anything. Doesn't matter if I finish it, doesn't matter if it's crap. Why should I wait for November to allow myself to blather in print? So here's to writing a bit more. Let's see if it pans out. ;)

Oh, hey, I have hot chocolate! The world is suddenly a little brighter. :)