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I get off to a great start this morning, until the second I shut my front door. I don’t have my glasses. Shoot. I fumble through my oversized bag frantically searching for the keys I’d just dropped in there some ten seconds ago. Why did I do that knowing I’d have to retrieve them in another five seconds to get in my car? I need coffee. Apologetically, I pull up to Terri’s home, and off we go, jabbering and sharing anxiety about the TIW.

We pull into the SUNY New Paltz parking lot only to realize it’s the wrong one, and we’re sent on a brief course of lefts and rights before arriving at the intended destination.Terri is cool, but I stumble into the classroom as a completely disheveled mess. This, compounded with the fact that Scott didn’t deliver on his promise of the Ernest Hemingway ice sculpture, nearly ruins my morning. Thankfully, the aroma of the coffee works on my senses and my equilibrium is restored. As if on cue, Mary, cheerful and pleasant , graciously walks over and whispers the assignment in my ear. I ready myself to get down to business, but first, I fix myself a cup of java. Taking a cautious sip of the hot drink, I click my pen and begin scratching out words in my journal. Alas…all is well with the world.