Oh Thursday

- or - if I hear the first year band students murder "Up on the Housetop" one more time, I'll be the one up on the housetop ready to jump.  Today was one of those days.  The one where my constant game of putting out fires/whack-a-mole got out of hand (didn't win any tickets today).  Sometimes, I feel like for as many steps forward we have taken this year, we are back in August for the day.  I know, I know, it's a process not an event.  But still, I get frustrated when not one thing goes the way it should all day long (including the strength of the cafeteria coffee that I just discovered).  So here's to the potential for a late start tomorrow and the fact that every day is a new one.