Had the last of the leftover pie for breakfast this morning (if I want pie for breakfast from now on I will have to make some for the purpose. Which will probably happen) and finished off the stuffing for lunch. Still have gravy, sweet potatoes, and turkey, and haven't even started soup making.
Making pretty good progress on cleaning the kitchen, but have not even thought seriously about laundry. Oh well.
I'm sorry, Connie. But I get the relief, too.
Oh, Connie. I'm so sorry.
I am almost prepared for the next 3 weeks of work. I have spent the day planning out what we are doing. I'm not a super planner, but MAN. New to me students and I need to come to some sort of agreement on what I can tolerate.
Yipes Kat! A whole new set of courses to prepare.
Oh, Connie. I'm sorry.
I think I'm not going to make it to NTL Frankenstein tonight. Too much to prep for the week.
I'm back in Chicago and en route to my apartment. I refused to engage on Obamacare and other fraught topics all weekend, but Ferguson came up as we were waiting for my train to arrive. It's not like I didn't know what position my Dad was going to take.
My Dad has many wrongheaded opinions on things. After my last visit, he told my Mom that they'd never see me if I moved to San Francisco. Because I never get on airplanes, apparently?
Sigh.
You'd get taken in by the sodomites and whatnot, I'm sure.
Connie, I'm so sorry. You've had a hell of a year.