From the foxhole

Today, right now, this minute, I am caught up in the turmoil of the first morning of school at East Noble. I consider myself to be overwhelmingly heroic because I am not sitting in a corner with a blanket over my head. Heck, were I like the people going to school, I would not have a blanket over my head anyway because I would claim I could not find it.
If, if, if we can manage it this morning, they will be gone eventually; but then inevitably (pause for deep breath), they will be back.
You know, I think I will just go ahead and plan for a head blanket for tomorrow. I might even get them with the days of the week embroidered on them – like the underpants I used to wear 60 years ago.