Random Thoughts: "Work" life, and life in general

So... who knew? Teaching English turns out to be a job we both have quite an affinity for! Honestly, it is really fun, and neither of us feel like it fits the definition of "work" at all (except for the fact that we get paid--not much--but we are paid nonetheless). We are both working a whopping 17.5 hours a week, usually in the evenings. So, our days pretty much go like this:
Wake up around 10 am, hang out, do yoga, eat, hang out, watch some TV, read, play the guitar (Billy), play Cribbage, read, hang out, eat, read over lesson plans, walk to work, "work", walk home, hang out, eat, watch movies, eat popcorn with chile, and eventually sleep. Start over. It`s a good life. However, we may have lung cancer by the time we get back. Thanks to our route along a freeway entrance, our walk to work is nicely accented by copious car emmissions. Lots and lots and lots of car emissions. We could probably etch our names on each other every day by scraping through what feels like inches of black film on our skin.
Since the lung cancer seems inevitable, I am trying to evade skin cancer during our walks by donning a super-sexy sombrero-ish hat I got from WalMart. I shall enlighten and delight you with a photo later. Try to contain yourselves. I am especially attractive upon arrival to work due to the fact that the hat, though it shields my skin from the sun it so very hates, it also retains heat. It just so happens that Queretaro is a lot hotter than we expected it to be, so my face and hair are usually sweat-laden upon our arrival.