[broken link! FIXME] I had a pretty good day today. Not any bad classes. The ET kids (just a name for an elementary-age cohort, I'm not trying to imply they're aliens) are smart and fun, and I bought them cup-o-chicken thingies from the fast-food joint downstairs (they made the menu selection) because they'd all done their homework. The middle-schoolers were all well behaved and engaged – not a single rude or inattentive individual among them, at least today. I felt good about how things went.
And I even went for 3 km jog in the sauna-like evening when I got home, and then had some rice with beans and kimchi. I feel tired now.
That was perhaps surprising – the day didn't start that well, since I woke up from a rather unpleasant dream in which I was working as a cashier at that hardware store I worked at in the fall of 1985, living in Chicago. Which I guess is typical random sort of dream, except that in the dream, I was unable to figure out how to work the cash register, which made working as a cashier pretty stressful.
Random.