Thoughts at Twelve Thirty Nine

I’ve been something of an insomniac my whole life. Bear in mind, of course, that I have no medical training, so me declaring myself an insomniac is rather similar to a person who has no idea what a carburetor does (don’t worry, I do) talking about internal combustion engine hiccups. Whatever the technical name for…

Deflated

Imagine blowing up a balloon, pinching the neck between your thumb and pointer finger, and then abruptly letting it go. That’s what happened to me yesterday morning while I was teaching grade 10 English. I didn’t actually flap wildly around the room making a rude sound and land totally flaccid in the corner, but I…