Yeah, I'm feeling much better now.

I considered dropping out, I looked at jobs to apply to, and... well, maybe I'll apply for them. But I did some soul searching, and I kind of remembered why I decided to apply to this MAT program: I think I'd be a good teacher. Perhaps even a great teacher. It's worth a try. So I'm going to keep going to class, keep up with my readings, the whole deal. Student time.

Speaking of student time, I went down to St Mary's on Friday and stayed through until this morning. It was good to see Flynn and Bethany, and I even got in some cuddle time with Johanna. My car and I were put to good use making Flynn's room a bit swankier, via the Habitat for Humanity ReStore. Yeeeah, old man couches. That's what's up.

I left St Mary's pretty early this morning (read: 8-ish) so I could get into DC in time to get to work. Got home, got dressed, stopped by the farmer's market on my way to buy a peach for lunch, got to work. Got the steely eye from my boss when I walked in the door. She said she didn't think she could just assume that I was coming in, and that she had the shop covered for today, thanks. Whoa. Back up.

I didn't come in two Sundays ago because I had conflicting plans that I told her about weeks ago, and I didn't come in last Sunday because I had a fever of 102 that I emailed her about on Saturday night while I was nearly delirious. So yes, I didn't come in the past two Sundays. But one of them was prearranged, and the other wasn't exactly wonderful for me, either. And now I'm unreliable? Now I have to confirm that I'm coming in on my regularly scheduled day? Well, okay.

I emailed her today to ask whether she would like email confirmation of my attendance in the future, and to remind her of my planned absence in two weeks. I had to try so hard to keep that email from being too sassy.

In other news, we had a house meeting tonight. My new housemate, Andy, is moved in, and we went over the house rules and whatnot, along with discussing who we would like to fill Trey's impending vacancy. We decided to interview the two candidates, struggled with scheduling, and it looks like I won't be going to the Heritage Harvest Festival. Bummertown. But then, I think it's more important to make an informed decision about my basementmate than to head to central VA for a day of fun. Other conclusions of the meeting: our house might become an acoustic show space, we deeply revised the drinking policy, and we're going to try to have weekly house dinners. This house started as (basically) a straight edge house, and after Trey moves out... well, I'll be the only sober person. Which is fine by me; my sobriety is a rather personal decision. I just think it's interesting how the house has shifted.

No school tomorrow due to Labor Day. I think it might be a laundry, garden, and reading day for me.