I made it to school. I’m in the lunch room now. It feels good to be back in school. It feels good to sit in the computer room in front of a computer screen, doing finger drills. I probably won’t stay until 3:30 but it’s good to be here. I’ll probably do some Word before I leave. The foot feels good although I still limp. The Ibuprofen pain pills are the bomb.
One of the new students sitting across from me is saying grace over her food. It’s the first time I’ve seen that here. Everyone else is talking. I guess she’s around fifty. She’s here because she’s a displaced worker. I’m writing. My food is cheese, bread and a tomato. I brought a small plastic bottle of water from home. The water is out of the kitchen sink.