The new year is well under way, and I'm doing well, too. My class is smaller than usual (only 29 students, now), and they aren't nearly the behavior problem I had last year. We're planning our DC trip again, but this time not until school is out for the summer. And we're struggling to get enough people to go. Thank you, Wall Street.
I'm drowning with work for my graduate classes, so I haven't been knitting much. Finishing up a lot of UFOs mostly, working on them a few minutes here and there. I hope to arrive at zero UFOs by this summer. And I don't intend to frog most of them!
I was home today, and I watched the inaugural. I cried as he was sworn in, and again when he spoke. I've never done that before, and I've lived through a lot of inaugurations. (But then, I didn't watch the last two. I couldn't stomach it.) It was amazing to see the virtual sea of people standing in that freezing weather, just to watch Obama being sworn in, to cheer when he was, and to cry throughout. I'm not black, but I can understand a little, how much this must mean to all our black citizens. It means a great deal to me, as well. Hope has come home.
