One of those days

First, I got to school and realized that I had put on the wrong colored tights. Fashion FAIL. Then, this blog disappeared. Well, the index page did, which rendered the rest unfindable. During the discovery phase of this incident, I was informed that some students were out on our back (very moldy) balcony, which is a strictly forbidden activity (and requires actually climbing out a window). I tromped to the area in question and found not only the intrepid outdoorspersons, but a full-fledged picnic going on in the adjoining nonfiction room. Then I ran off to teach, leaving the library covered by the substitute who was bringing in a history class for some research time, and was roped in (by me) to do double duty as the substitute for my substitute.

But I guess I can't call the day a total loss. I was assured by at least two in-the-know people that the color of my tights was not a fashion accident, but a fashion statement. Mr. Smith was able to restore the blog index page from a backup. The outdoorspersons and the picnickers were apologetic and rather adorable in their sheepishness. And the substitute for the substitutes was Mr. Stone, always a crowd pleaser.

What do you suppose tomorrow will bring?