I woke up yesterday to Malcolm Jamal Warner dying and ended the day with Ozzy. The first was a tragic accident, the other we all knew was coming. I figured he had 2-3 more years though honestly. I thought her would retire quietly and pass away. Nope. 2 weeks after his final show, gone. There goes another chunk of my childhood. This one hurt. Not quite Prince level of hurt, but it hurt. I was stunned when I got the news.
Day two of three teaching complete. Not as good of a day. The students are tired and it was heavier stuff. Harder to get them to talk. My ears weren't helping. One more week and I get my mouth guard. Anything to make things better. Anything. I am worried I am allergic to dog fluff. I also need to deep clean this house. Dander is everywhere every day. I love her but god her coat sucks.
I am tired. Very very tired.
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