It's been a while. I know. I feel like an abusive husband- smothering Life in the Day of Me with love, affection and time, and then snatching it away without reason or explanation so that it remains in fear and anxious expectation of when things might return to normal again. It's kind of a power trip, but incidentally not one I enjoy. Much.
Things have been busy. I helped run an English camp that was the biggest in the 27 year history of the company- it was less teaching and more crowd control. Putting together a production of the Wizard of Oz in four days to show the mamas and pappis? ABSOLUTE MADNESS. I was on crack when we decided that was a good idea. However. I did find time to smother Italian children in Nutella and film it, though. It was as much fun as it looks.
I might love my job.