Writing is a struggle today, I really don't have anything on my mind but Monday survival and trying to settle students into the week's routine. Neither effort is paying off.

Yesterday was spent mostly on finding (or not finding, as the case may be) my keys, and most of my frustration with winter life was focused on that. There is only so much reorganizing and cleaning that can be done before the whole thing looks futile. So I just tried to help Diedre and play with the kids, every so often getting up to pace around looking for keys. And not finding them.