Class

I think the kids were scared of me. I tried to joke around with them at first, but it wasn't working, so I stopped. Most of them stared down at their notebooks.... Maybe it was because, despite the Sudafed, I was blowing my nose a lot, maybe it was because I'm a sucky teacher, or maybe it had nothing to do with anything I could possibly know about.... Still, the M&Ms were a hit, I managed to teach my very first (and possibly last) class, and I resisted passing out when the 826 receptionist came up to me half an hour into class and whispered, "One of Dave's students is here. She'd like to know if she can sit in."

Dust Mites

But I only make the bed because the dust mites insist on sleeping in a tidy bed.

Kleenex

I use Kleenex, though I suppose I should use handkerchiefs, for environmental and monetary and possibly health reasons. But this is one of the luxuries I allow myself--just as I'm allowed to send the occasional actual card or letter because I've never owned a car. Anyway, Kleenex has fabulous art. Or at least one bit of it ... a cube-shaped box featuring a folk-arty painting of all kinds of people dressed in colorful garb and hats, some hooting and waving, others just standing, a sea of friendly and bright looking people. It's one of many small good things that keeps me turning corners.