Monday, March 21, 2011

Twelve hours

Today, on the first day of spring, as it gently snowed outside of the window as I worked, I did not cry. I made the most perfect cup of coffee to dissuade any negativity. As I sipped, the caffeine persuaded me that twelve hours of daylight was indeed a convincing sign that seasons are in flux.

See for yourself the amazing product of my new coffee machine, neatly displayed in a promotional coffee mug from UT. And, if you feel compelled to join my caffeinated spring-time revelry, come over for a cup of coffee!

1 comment:

Fuzz said...

Thanks for your careful writing of that coffee moment, Jenn! It was a good meditation to focus on the now.

It feels like ages since we've heard from each other. I am plugging away harder than ever at La Paz. I went to a ed tech conference in Palm Springs over last weekend. While I wish that my district would pay for a New Orleans trip, I'm grateful to still benefit from the opportunity.

Keep posting on the emerging Spring! It will be exciting to see the blossoms and outdoor revelings! Chus! (er however you spell that!)

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