Not quite blue challenging midweek. The student is taking a test, but the lab is noisy and it is unclear who should be shushing the offenders, which include poorly managed children of still other students.

Burdensome; it can be dealt with yet it it takes energy. The job will get done just at greater expense, and so the presentation will be clipped brusque a little disengaged.

Do I have five minutes yes I do. We walk, and there is a conditional ally. We have a hard time talking because there is so much to get out and the hose is only so big. So we walk right into the one she was avoiding.

Not five but twentyfive. Back to the lab as scheduled but the kids and their kids are still at it. Eventually and finally they decide to go.

I say to the few remaining: The ecstasy of relief in this silence is almost painful. There is no overt reaction. The air is tense. I might have obliquely insulted someone who is close to someone.

Colonel man interrupts next. About three times in as many weeks, he has said: Thank you so much for your support. How do I tell him that I don’t support him? How do I convey my guess that it’s not gratitude, but a kind of plea for the support rather? I don’t. He throws other colleagues under the bus, noting how they fail to support, wondering hard when they will retire. But we said the same thing about you, last year, Sir, and it got us nowhere.

What do you say to me about them? Is it all just a game?

Yes I think so. Not a fun one, not one that means much to anyone. Everybody is just trying to find security. I reject the clinging to it. He says that things are changing and that those who don’t like it can leave. Yes they can. Si se puede.