I have about 30 hours left until the start time of the 3-Day Novel Contest. At the moment, it’s breathing down my neck and its breath smells like last week’s grilled asparagus. I know the contest is one of those monumental tasks that seem insurmountable on the outside, but I’ll be well into the flow…
Category: Meandering to the Beat of My Own Cowbell
Tuesday Was the Pits
Yesterday was a mostly awesome Tuesday. I’m almost surprised to admit it, since my Tuesday teaching schedule is the most hectic of my week, and I’m usually dragging my sorry self around by 3:20. This week for some reason, my Tuesday was sa-moooth. Here’s how it went: I dropped Sherman off at daycare, which put…
Blue Speckled Pup 