Eila’s been in full-time care since she was 7 months old, so today shouldn’t have been anything new. Still, Junior Kindergarten feels different. It’s real school! she’s in the system! she’s working for the Man! there’s a 1:20 ratio! there’ll be homework!—and she’s happy as a clam. Me, I’m anxious about her like I haven’t been for years. Neither of us could manage any breakfast, and now I can’t get down to work, though god knows the urgent tasks are piling up.