That highway between West Bubblefuck and The Big Smoke is getting tire marks in it, in the shape of Henry's wheels.
I was down there this past weekend to go to a Creative Teaching conference (party time! excellent!). Catch ups with friends, revisiting old haunts. The usual.
But it puts me on the back foot all week at The Boy Factory. And already Term 2 looks like one that needs a snorkel, what with being in WAY over my head and not feeling at all in control. Plus, there is Dooty shift tomorrow, the mountain of marking, that just never seems to get smaller, and another trip to Sydney at the end of the week with The Boys.
On the up side, another weekend without a car crash! Hooray!
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