Job lost kids.

Last night was really nice. I went to missions class and our teachers were a cute husband and wife duo who had lived for 33 years in Thailand. They reminded me of the Elliots, except they were still alive. I went home in such an inspired mood that I had to go read "Bruchko." It was good.
Tonight I had a education event that was mandatory, an ELL panel that answered all of our curiosities. I need to go teach English overseas now. Just saying. But anyway, I had to go to that, and so I had another black belt cover my beginner's class for me. I came home to hear Mandy tell me that four kids might not come back. I feel extremely confused.
There is ice all over the roads and an expected four more inches of snow up at school.
I just need some tea and the book of Job. Tonight feels like a Job night with my French and some snowfall.