Swimming

Climbing out of the pool tripping over the stone ledge. At the time I thought it would be okay, but it isn't. The doctor's assistant I consulted this morning told me on the phone that nothing is being done, broken or not, so I didn't necessarily have to come. Only if I wanted to.
I don't want to.

This week I am substitute teacher for group 4. It is a week of everything new for the children and me. There's no time to dwell on a sore toe, though I'm mentioning it. It feels like a big responsibility to get the kids going and to get them to work in their workbooks and notebooks the way their teacher would like it to be. On the other hand, it is also a very nice start to the new year.