Nothing particularly prosperous happened today, except my sisters and I met our old preschool teacher when we went out to eat lunch. She remembered all of us, but she only recalled my older sister’s name. (I blame my parents for giving us obscure names — and they’re not even “cool” obscure names; they’re just obscure.)

She was a lot shorter than I remembered, which makes sense because I’m guessing I last saw her when I was five or six. And I’ve definitely grown several feet since then. She smiled a lot more, too, but that’s because she used to be the “mean teacher.” It was nice to see that even though she didn’t baby us while we were kids, she still cared about us. I wouldn’t have understood that when I was little.