I may have fallen asleep on hall duty this morning.

I certainly closed my eyes several times, and I enjoyed it. There was nothing going on there, only the occasional off-duty teacher going in or out of a classroom. I was watching Meet the Robinsons on the iPod, but I was so sleepy that I couldn't even concentrate on it, and I turned it off in favor of another Odd Couple episode. I was never so glad to see the SCM as when he came to relieve me.

Making my way back to the library -- there is no direct route from where I was posted to where I actually work -- I came across the vice principal, aka, She Who Made the Hall Duty Assignments. This is her second year in our school.

Now, we work in a very oddly laid out school building, because there was the original building, then they put on an addition in the early 50s that was twice as big as the original, and then a little bitty addition in the early 60s, and then the new weird addition last year, so it's kind of like trying to get your bearings from the inside of an Escher drawing. Like this.

Anyway, each part of the school is designated by a letter of the alphabet; the oldest is A, and so on. So I'm walking with the vice principal, She Who ..., and she says something to me like "So ... this is the B area?" Uh ... yeah, lady. You know, I can understand why the SCM doesn't know one part of the building from another, because he cloisters himself in the library and doesn't need to go anywhere else, but this babe walks the halls of the whole building every day, and makes decisions and pronouncements based thereupon. Geez.

And ... home.

The guy who serviced the furnace just left; he was here for an hour and a half, so I'm guessing everything is working pretty well, except for the new filters he had to order, so we don't have those yet. I'll tell you, though, walking around looking at various parts of your house with a stranger will really get you to want to clean. At least, it will get you to want your house to be clean (although not to do it yourself), and since there is no one else I know of who will do this for me, that pretty much leaves me. So those are my weekend plans.

I've already considered that I should leave the house relatively clean when I go to DW, so that if I die in a plane crash and strangers (or worse, my mother-in-law) come into my house when I'm dead, they don't say "God! What a terrible housekeeper!" Which would certainly not be untrue, but you know, it's like wearing clean underwear in case you're in an accident, your mother shouldn't be embarrassed when they take off your clothes in the emergency room. Or something like that.

Anyway, I got my bills paid while I was waiting for the furnace guy to get here, so that's one less weekend task I have. And next week, on Thursday, I think I will just go to the boro hall and pay those little taxes in person, because sending that check through the mail makes me a wee bit nervous.

Okay, now I'm cold, because the furnace guy couldn't believe I really wanted to set the thermostat at 72, but that really just makes it 70 here, which is mostly comfortable. So I have to go turn that up, and scrounge up something for dinner.

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