Today I suffered what might be the first Advent
wreath injury known to humankind. While putting up
the Christmas stuff in my classroom, I was carrying
too much, started to drop it all, launched it back up
into my arms, and wound up stabbing myself in the
eye with one of the candles, leaving a piece of wax in
my eye as well. Yes, I am that clumsy. Then I turned
to find one of my students drawing a crucified
snowman, or a snowman on a cross, whichever you'd
prefer. True story.
Tomorrow I am wearing my glasses and hoping for
drawings of flowers and robots.
Edited to Add: Just noticed that this came out appearing to be some lame excuse at poetry, when in fact it was just an error in copying and pasting from another location. And yet somehow, after the day's many misadventures, it seems oddly fitting.