Evening hopes.

Tonight five candles are burning on the menorah, and I'm thinking about having had the first classroom emergency of my teaching career.  (I am fine; it wasn't my emergency.  I am hoping that the person whose emergency it was is also fine, but as of now, I don't know.)

I had forgotten, somehow, how at this time of year, anything important that goes wrong throws off a lot of other things--has the potential, in fact, to throw me off for the rest of the day.