On our walk this morning, KK and I talked about work.  Like, plans for this year's sixth graders.  And I didn't feel a rising tide of anxiety thinking about it.  I welcomed the school talk and actually felt some glee imagining those eleven year-olds walking into the Middle School for the first time.

"Do you have any nervousness about Shef coming to sixth grade?" KK asked.

"No," I said.  "He's so ready."

And I promise not to embarrass him too heartily.  At least not on purpose.