"Can I take off early? I left a pot of minestrone cooking."
And we were in-class writing and he had the assignment and is laser-bright and beyond and so off he went and today brought me minestrone just when mechanics and panics (various, various--and can you tell I've been teaching Love Song again?) had had their way with me this Thurs Day and it was barely halfway through.
To good minestrone and meridians. To mechanics on Parsons Avenue who are attempting to save me from this rude wake-up call. Huzzah!