Mammal Mondays: Marking and the Mutt

I am buried under vast heap of marking right now. It’s a normal condition of my job, but no one around here is too pleased about it. My poor husband has to come visit me in the kitchen where I’m toiling away, and Sherman finds good spots near me to sit, pace, or lie down…

The Immunity Challenge

I am sick unto death. As much as I realize my statement is melodramatic, I really do feel like I’m on the verge of the great hereafter. Actually, it’s possible I’m already dead and I’m writing this as zombie Kay. The craving for brains hasn’t set in yet, but I admit I’m short tempered enough…