So, the worst part of my job is grading...

and my grades suffered some internet difficulties today so I had to come to an internet cafe and repost. I am sitting at the door of this great place that is all about scooters and coffee and just outside a group of people are playing kick ball in the faint drizzle of spring rain and High Street is crazy with light and bodies all doubled against the shiny streets and I am a decaf cappucino and sitting as near outside as a girl and her laptop can go and it's amazing. Sometimes I nearly simply love my life.