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.
You'd get taken in by the sodomites and whatnot, I'm sure.
That is what happened to another family member when he moved to San Francisco!
I've been to the grocery store, and now I'm doing laundry and making a dinner that primarily consists of roasted vegetables. I'm going to kick back and watch stuff that's expiring from Hulu tomorrow.
I made those thanksgiving nachos for dinner. Problem: no gravy. It would have been improved with gravy, but then what wouldn't, AMIRITE? They weren't bad, despite the gravylessness.