Still.

I have a lot I could write about: the sweetest lice-ridden girls I know, how Spitfire diabetic has me so wrapped around her finger that I am typing with ten painted fingernails for the first time in years, how I drove past my old shuttered middle school and thought of all the kids that used to go there and now are having trouble getting to their new middle school, or how this morning when I came in and found a girl crying in my middle school office it was because a friend had just told her she'd seen that girl's mom and sister get hit by a car while crossing a busy street (later verified). But when I sit down at my computer to write, I can't think of much other than the continuing interpersonal conflicts happening among my co-workers, and I don't want that to overshadow the rest of my job any more than it already is. I'm nostalgic for the days when parents were my biggest problems; for my faithful readers, thank you for your patience and hold on tight. I will resume my regular writing just as soon as my brain can handle it.