Last week we walked outside to a bunch of the 6th graders playing baseball, to Al's great elation. He immediately jumped into the dirt, said, "I'm playing" and they happily let him join in.
It's really nice getting to work with him once a week and have the evening open. He usually gets home at 10, we eat something small and head to bed. Not much fun. Although moving back to America next year is really daunting, the idea of having some normal working hours and a normal life is somewhat appealing. We'll take this for now!