Day 76

Something lives in my attic. One time years ago a squirrel died there. I think this may be the ghost of that squirrel and he is raucous. I awoke to loud squirrel celebrations in the night and I realized I was just his downstairs neighbor. and once again I was alone while the night flew away with the joyful and possibly supernatural.

When I arrived at my desk this morning I was scarcely able to finish the Wordle, when I was accosted by a street urchin wandering the halls of Cypress Bay. "Please, sir. May I have some points?" I am accustomed to the pleas of the despondent and of course I listened, however each point I give in kindness was stolen from me in irresponsibility or worse, dishonesty. Since this case was different I threw the child some points because they are free to me and I am no miser. I don't want Christmas ghosts visiting. The house is a mess and I have ghostly squirrels in my attic already.

First hour allowed me to teach an entire lesson and not a single one of them stopped to tell me my shirt was on backwards. I suspect they realized my life was already one treadmill of humiliation after another that it didn't matter. It did not.