Work

Attend meeting this morning with people from all around the school and am very pleasantly shocked that the Contessa is there too. We sit next to each other. Tables are set up in big square around which we sit. But before we sit, we are invited by the President's secretary to serve ourselves breakfast. Thankfully, have already eaten delicious breakfast of greek yogurt, golden raisins, walnuts, and peach, and thus am not even remotely tempted by evil looking tray of pastries. Do pour myself a cup of coffee from the industrial sized spigot. Coffee somehow both very weak and very nasty, but as have already poured the stuff into a plastic cup, feel that should punish self for wasting resources and adding to plastic pollution by drinking whole cup. The Contessa has loaded a cheese Danish, a small bunch of grapes, 2 slices of cantolupe, and a bran muffin on her plate, which she grimly plows through, though know from personjal experience that the fruit is musty and that the carbohydrates taste like they've been sitting out for several decades. Ask her if something is the matter. She replies that life is completely unbearable today. The meeting is started and she are welcomed back for the beginning of another school year--do not think that speech is meant cynically, but the Contessa's ennui is infectious. Feel very angry with her and blame her for the world's ills. Meeting over, we walk outside, back to our respective buildings. It is breezy and sunny. The Contessa says, Do you want take a drawing class with me in the fall? I DO and tell her so. Am so excited that the world is fixed.