The kids are OK

primeval call and plodding step by step to hurl myself over a northern cliff into a grey Baltic Sea? No, of course not but, with equally singular focus, I sign up again for tutoring at architecture school. I don’t think it’s a desire for self-destruction, though by semester’s end, with the diary in disarray and clients only just fended off, there is no doubt that, while not fatal, the toll on practice, client, family and self has been significant. Never again, I say, as we grade and disperse. Yeah right; just give me a couple of months of catch-up and I’ll sign up again, presenting myself with pen and pencil, with all the bursting enthusiasm of my first day there as a student