So the day is long. Not unpleasant. Merely long.
I have resolved to eat more at midday, so that I can keep up the energy (my classes do not finish until 5:30). Peanut butter and bread. I haven’t pulled out a jar of peanut butter since I moved to the States nearly forty years ago. Then, I grew to love that stuff so much that I couldn’t stop eating it. I became fat on peanut butter, mixed with honey. I had reason to lay off of it thereafter.
But I’m older and smarter, one hopes, and peanut butter on multi-grain sounds cheap and healthy.
I eat it five minutes before my final two hour class. And then I realize that the mouth feels gummy afterwards unless you have a good beverage. I have a good beverage – tea. Unfortunately, I spill the tea on the teacher's desk before me.
These are small details, but my day is composed of small details, most surrounding work and peanut butter sandwiches.
At the end of the day, I step outside and admire Bascom Hill at night. Nice.