Day 2,591 —the Closest Thing to Time Travel— with a PICTURE of a TREE and a CREEK

One of the things I like about being a teacher is all the last days. Today is the last Monday, tomorrow will be the last Tuesday. Next week, I still have to go in for training. It is another anomaly on a strange year, but anomalies come with a job. 

I am going to remember this year forever, but I imagine mostly in fragments. Of course, I had to record the majority of my lessons this year, so I have a lot of documentation, but I doubt that I will ever revisit any of those recordings. I prefer this documentation of my writing. 

I feel like writing each day like this is the closest thing to time travel. As soon as I read a past entry, I can remember that morning so vividly.

Today was humid, and I ran around the subdivisions off Heege. I am slowly getting to know that area better.