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(diaryland) February 06, 2014 - 10:47 a.m.

Today is the start of another four-day heat fest. This is not cool. The last four-day heat fest was last week. I got a cold, so I had the heat layer of sweat, and the fever layer of sweat. It was one of the worst weekends of my life. No joke.

I probably had worse, but I've blocked them out. This one did include a funeral, though, so that's pretty bad.

I started teaching piano again for the year. Somebody has stretched all the kids out over the summer.

At the beginning of the year, every child must announce during a random part of the lesson what grade they're in now. They just do that. I've got one student who says she's in Grade 4 now. I got no reason to doubt her. She can play hard stuff like Puttin' on the Ritz, so I'm feeling jealous. I could only play Ode to Joy with one hand when I was in Grade 4.




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