Overtired

Pictured above: The Icy Blue Retro Eggbeater, which resembles one (without color trim) that my Mom used. SHOPPING LINK.

Light snow flurries today...pretty....I sat next to Punch for algebra, trying to get a grip  on no n n nn. On n n n n n n no o o no nb n. N on n into no o nb. Nb I n o on I. I on n nb n. In n in on nb. N n no. K. In n I I. I n in o no I n no n n in j. N in on I I. I I I. Oh I I I I. I I in I I. In on j in JJ.  I. I I I. I I. I j j j j j o I o i. I o i o I o i in. I in. I I in I JJ j j I hi hi. J I injiiii iiii hiii i iii on how to simplify equations....and how to generate equations that equal a certain number...it's tricky....and in Spanish, where Señora has about 30! students on Zoom, and honestly, IDK how she does it, or how the math teacher and teaching assistant do it, or how the kids do it. I have the utmost respect for all of them today, my third day. Punch drifts a lot.

I ate too much today. Between that and being ready to slumber, I feel exhausted.

I learned a lesson today--again.

I want/choose/need to steer clear of treats that come into the house for Punchy and her sometimes visiting friends. That is ticking up a bit with the holidays.

It is hard for me to not revisit the extras I wanted more of/or unlimited access to in girlhood...the Oreos, whipped cream...my Mom loved whipping a small bowlful with a hand-cranked egg beater...that's a special memory for me. 

But as I said to someone today, my parents didn't provide a full snack cabinet, as some of my friends had, but they did provide other things: wisdom, wit, a warm and friendly spirit. I do not have to chase back to my childhood and try to reclaim a big share of rich, sweet treats. What other gifts can I reclaim?

Good night.