What is covered with bruises, complains of being tired and unfolds very slowly?  Me! After 2 plus weeks of "Safety Town". I've been bumped, jostled and hugged by untold numbers of the 86 excitable kindergarteners that attended this July's program. We've taught everything from how to deal with strangers, to Fire Safety, to how to properly hold a pair of scissors. We've spent hours riding pedal cars around a simulated town covering an elementary school gym floor. And after a delightful graduation program including the Chief of Police and McGruff the Crime Dog, the dust is barely settling. Thus I'm finding my legs and arms covered in mysterious bruises that I've acquired who-knows-where! The prize at the end of this adventure is finally being able to hold my granddaughters and spend time with my 2 grown children that I love dearly. Now, as the dust is beginning to settle I'm trying to motivate myself to plan an awards party for the 34 teens that volunteered for this program and jump back into work at the Research Facility that has been woefully neglected. I'm told there's no rest for the wicked (or is it the weary?) so the surmise is that I must have been very wicked...! But who's complaining? I'm already planning for next year's program...