Last day of class. (sniffle)
Me, bedecked in their generous impulse:
Thank you. For a sweet semester from heaven.
Outside, there is that lovely cover of snow.
So why these brief snippets? Why am I keeping it tight? With no embellishment?I came home tonight to a cold condo. Called the heat guys. Not our responsibility. Called the management – no, not us, either. Called the builder – sweet guy that he is he’ll find a solution. Eventually. For now, IT’S COLD HERE!