this morning #2191.

this morning, the strange way that he’d been holding his hands led me to believe that he was up to something. devious or not, i couldn’t yet tell. he was scheming, at least. it’s simply not possible to know when he’s up to something just by looking at his face but i’ve known him long enough to recognize the other signs that the gears have begun to turn in his brain. i took my time gathering up my things while he did the same at the front of the room. gave folks some time to empty out. when it was just the two of us left, i grabbed my bag & braced for impact. approached & led with praise for the lecture he’d just given. he thanked me with an insane wave of his hands. from close up, his sweating was quite evident.