Finishing this coffee, then swinging by my mom's on my way to teach at University.
Because, for some strange reason, two pieces of mail from my University were somehow mailed to my mom's address.
And *one* of them (I hope I hope) is the right size, shape, and return address for a contract - for the spring session online class.
Even though it's been offered, I have had so many classes taken away just before I teach them that I hesitate to get my hopes up.
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Nu...?
nope, it wasn't a contract :-(
It was a request for more donations.
On the brighter side, they have never mailed me a contract without emailing/phoning/talking to me about it first.
So, I am still hopeful.
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