Work's Done, I'm Done, Day's Not

It’s Day 18. I worked.

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I only had four lessons, and each of the students was easy and nice, but the fucking lessons absolutely dragged. Each time I’d check the clock there’d be twice as long remaining than it felt like there should be. But everyone was nice and I survived.

I still feel underwater, like the performance first requires me to come up for air, but I was able to perform a bit today. And once, somehow, even made myself laugh. But I really wish I’d taken the month off.

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There’s a typhoon coming, so my ability to go out and walk has been limited. Right now, as I type this in the early evening, it’s just wet. But the heaviness is increasing, and tomorrow the wind will set it. Store shelves are (apparently) empty and the stations are filled with people heading home early.

Work on Sunday, which I was worrying about because it’ll be the most lessons I’ve done in ages and I’m not ready for that much playacting, has been canceled because of the coming typhoon – cancelled, that is, with pay.

Which is to say, something has turned in my favor….

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There is more to say about today, I suppose. There’s a lot of the day remaining. But I’m tired, and there’s walking I need to do – and maybe a little shopping, too. I’ll finish this tonight, after I have a better idea of what deserves mentioning, and what lessons, if any, have been learned.

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It’s Day 18 and I’m worn out and sad.

(To be continued.)