I wrote a week ago about how a stray Cheerio on the bathroom floor 14 years ago represented my trial-by-fire initiation into the chaos that is parenthood.
Four days ago, I kid you not, I was teaching my 8:00 a.m. summer school class--a bit sleepy and tired from a weekend of rehearsal. I look down from the gray lectern you see pictured above and there it was. A stray Cheerio. In a college classroom. My classroom. Just hangin' out, you know, like Cheerios do in English department lecture halls.
I've been too busy with my show to write, and in fact I'm running out the door now to perform, but as always, I remain supremely amused and befuddled. Sign from God? Random act of breakfast food? Whatever does one make of such a coincidence?
