April 17, 2015

One class hadn’t read The Crock of Gold and we had to postpone discussion. The other had fiercely read Albee’s The Goat and turned out to be wiser about it than I was. The housecleaners didn’t come. I called and told them that I have the whole department over today, but her spasm of flustered incompetence made me drop the whole issue. Dim dawn.