11 The sky looked pretty great at school.

We have only two more weeks of classes. The rough draft of the big research paper is due on Tuesday and the final draft on the following Tuesday, and there are just four actual instructional days left. I think that all of the students have improved. Those who came to class and did the work will be ready to write for their other classes successfully. The others won’t.

After class, I met Blessing for lunch. We had a lot to catch up on. She has been in her corporate job for a couple of months now. It’s boring, she says. They play Nerf basketball, but she doesn’t join in.

She resents their playing while she works, but recognizes that it’s her own choice. She just wouldn’t enjoy leaving her work to play Nerf basketball. I think I’d feel the same way.

The corporate job is boring, it was a pay cut from what she did before, and her coworkers leave their tasks to play Nerf basketball in the middle of the day. She’s planning to make some strong moves up through the company next year, though. I hope it turns out to be worth it.

I had another perfect workday, myself, but I didn’t rub it in.

Blessing’s kids are in middle school, so she spends much of her after-work life driving them to this place and that. The holidays are especially fraught. I remember that stage of life. That’s what makes you pleased when they learn to drive, even though it’s dangerous for them.

Blessing was amazed that I was driving on the interstate. As well she might be.

We were expecting some in-laws today, but they haven’t yet called to say they were leaving California, so I’m no longer really expecting them. I figure I can take some time to clean house today, in which case they won’t arrive, or I can let it go because I have a lot of work to do, in which case they will.

Maybe a really thorough scrubbing of the bathroom could count as the day’s exercise and I could do it during gym time.