Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Right, so today was apparently that maternal holiday here in America, though Jono wasn't terribly concerned about it one way or the other. For one, the honouring-your-mother holiday back where his mother likely still was wasn't anywhere near today. For another, Jono's mother... had been rather terrible at it

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[nuclear_snide]

Seeing the lights on, Bob peered in, and seeing Jono inside, he walked through the nearest vertical surface. "You do still work here, then? I'd been wondering. No teaching, though?"

[furnaceface]

//I'm not completely certain what I do generally counts as 'working,'// Jono noted, lowering the book and giving Bob a small nod hello. //But no, I'm afraid I'm not teaching a workshop this term. Last semester was... a bit hellish. I'm taking a break.//

For certain values of the word 'break' that included but was not limited to being tempted to take Logan up on that offer he'd been giving for a part time teaching job back in New York.

[nuclear_snide]

Teaching in another location wasn't exactly a break.

"What, no tropical island paradise?" Bob asked. "Lounging on the sand, enjoying everybody else's margaritas?"

[furnaceface]

Jono's definition of 'break' was not exactly the same as everyone else's definition of the word.

//Black leather and tropical heat don't play nicely together,// Jono replied easily enough. //The last school trip was plenty for me, really. And if I get bitten by more wanderlust, I have a motorbike now. I'll just take advantage of the ice-free roads while I can.//