Day 6

An early trip to fedexkinkos (seriously the name on the store. Did I miss something?) and then a stop at Peet's for coffee drinks and some studying in a new setting. It would have gone perfectly - me and Gray and espresso drinks in mugs, all our schoolwork spread on a table, tolerable music in the background. Not to be. Auden would have none of it. She moaned and groaned and cried to such an extent I had no choice but to hold her while Gray worked. She sucked on the table, her hands, her arms, my sweater, my hair, the memory stick on a cord around my neck, copious amounts of drool covering all the aforementioned areas with the addition of my lap absorbing the extras. She was quiet (ish), at least.

The heat has been oppressive the last few days, and our afternoon of math lessons went well, despite taking 90 minutes and having us both exhausted and sweating over the table. It has not been under 80 degrees in the house in 5 days.

The smoke from the Station Fire in LA, here in the early morning of day 7, turn the sunrise into a glowing orange and red haze. The world seems to be lit by a campfire of gargantuan proportions. I suppose, in a way, it is. The air is completely still, and hot.

I absolutely love teaching Grayson at home.