Burning Metal

Meeting #1 began with the downstairs of my house filing with smoke. I had a little metal pot on the stove, brewing espresso, or so I thought. I checked to see that I'd put in espresso powder, and not a drop of water. I refocused and then saw that my hand was bleeding. I still don't know how or why. Just before meeting #2, I couldn't make a needed phone call, so I asked someone else to make it, thereby really upsetting five or six people. Apparently, each got a different version of the question I'd intended to ask someone. I then apologized to each. Heavy sigh. Some days I just can't get anything right. On the bright side, my students are responsive and supportive, and one of my peers in dance thanked me for a great ballet class online. #ThatsSoWanda