Still being sick, I had an exhausting day. I failed to post this in a timely fashion (meaning I failed to stick to my one-post-a-day schedule for the first time in a very long time), so I'm putting it up late, and back-dating it.
Chris, a sixth-grader, was doing a writing test. He was doing something weird with his fingers on his skull. It looked like a cross between a secret handshake and a massage.
"What are you doing, Chris?" I asked, gesturing at his hands.
"I'm thinking with my fingers," he explained.
Unrelatedly, a quote:
"I really do not know that anything has ever been more exciting than diagramming sentences." – Gertrude Stein.
[daily log: walking, 5.5 km]