Perpetual calendar says:

Today is tomorrow...
as viewed from yesterday.


Idea? Procrastination. I am procrastinating on these damn portfolios. Sorry for the cuss word. I'm just stumped in what to do with them. The three wheel chair kids are so low. I was also battling against a lot of odds to get things done. I've had a revolving door with assistants, a string of subs, a child with multiple personalities, a control freak, an alzhiemer's victim and a drama queen.

I'm the best at improvising. It just looks like it's going to take a miracle to get these things completed by Friday. Thelma reminds me that I am great under pressure.

I feel like Scarlet O' Hara. "I'll worry about it tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day." Guess what? Tomorrow is here. I've been working on Samantha and Kristopher's for a few hours and there is still a lot to do. I'll be getting up pretty early tomorrow morning and hitting a lick at it again. Right now I've had it. I'm throwing in the towel for today.

Daniel is back! Oh, my goodness. Jennifer has become the CDC gestopo. She has decided to ride him hard before he even does anything wrong. I wish she'd chill. He's just a kid. He can be a hand full but he could also be a joy to have around if we could get him trained. The drama queen has been pretty helpful lately.

Good news. I was able to refinance my truck. The payments were cut in half. I've gone from being able to own this truck in nine months to being able to own it in nineteen. But that's okay. I was ready for whatever God had in store for me. I totally left it in His hands.

Tomorrow I'll go to the bank and see what can be done about the missing funds. If I can get money back I stand to gain back nearly $2000. That company was taking out $300 or more each month. If I had not had the idea (had to be God) to ask for a print out of the last month's activity, I never would have known. I would have gone on assuming it was my insurance. Getting the money back sure would solve a few problems. I'd give half to the IRS and half to Gibson Brothers.

I seem to have a new friend. Sam has been coming into the classroom to visit almost every day with some excuse or another. I suspect he is looking for friends. I talked to him for a little while today. We have a few things in common. I don't see him in a romantic sense. He's okay. I know he's got a lot of personal problems that he's been working on (who hasn't) and I suspect that they are still a stumbling block for him. Right now I'm just looking for a friend to do things with. I miss having someone around to go to the movies with, go to ball games with, etc. It does not look as if he is an alcoholic or an addict which, for him is a plus.