Friday night and I'm folding nap mats into a funeral rite

Found a dried-out glue stick under the storage bin today, and instead of throwing it away I put it in the "memory cup" with the other retired ones. I think I'm grieving something I can't even name — the kids keep growing, the glue keeps drying, and somehow that's both the whole job and the whole point. Anyway, someone tell the tech bros that their AI agents can't have my kindergarten's customer accounts either; we're closed to everything but small mercies.