I'm still a little sore and I'm moving slow since my fall on Friday. But I'm feeling better than I did.

It seems that I am surrounded by people who are exercising their "isms". Specifically I am talking about Jennifer and Stephanie, two of my assistants, and the nurse. Jennifer's perfectionism and controlzilla switch is stuck. She seems to think only she can control the classroom. She just breezes by the rest of us. Stephanie is so paralyzed by her shyness that I think she does well to function at all. The nurse is so judgmental and manipulative that she makes me look like Bambi. It was hard not to react to these people on Thursday.

Thelma and I talked about it that night. She asked me what my options were and what I could personally do about any of it. Since Thursday's activities concerned my portfolios I did have some control. I chose to get a sub and save the portfolios. It was not my finest hour and those portfolios were far from perfect but I did the best that I could do under the circumstances. I decided to think of the whole experience as one of life's little lessons.

It took me over 5 hours to right those things but I finally had them done by 12:30. It was when I took them to turn in at Central Office that I fell up the 90 degree angeled stairs and bloodied my nose. I was in pain and limping so I gave myself the rest of the day off. I may get called on the carpet for it tomorrow but I really could care less at this point.

Yesterday I managed to get all of my Chapman family tree put into the page protectors. The numbers are off and I've got a few people with the wrong parents but nothing is beyond fixing. I'm working on Joey's information now but only because he has so many people in the county who are kin to him. I don't have the funds to have these books printed as I did when I did the Hughey book so they're just going in notebooks for the library.

As I've made mention before I do have a new on-line friend named Jay. I'm not sure how I acquired him but he's been steadily reaching out and responding to e-mails like Kenny once did. I think he lives in California so there's really no hope that I'll ever meet him but it's nice to have someone to talk to even if it is on-line. I get lonely some times.

It's doubtful that anything will come of the acquaintance between Sam and I. He's got a lot of issues that he is working on. He's retreated into his shell once more. That might be for the best.