About a shift in the plans, and O My! My new little book is about to be available...!




Well, not only was my original plan for Saturday all sorts of upended, my bracket is busted for the NFL playoffs pool. The snow and bad roads forced me to shift things, which actually worked out pretty well: I got twenty final exam papers read, graded, and the grades entered. Now I just have to do the final grades stuff for both the school and the partner college through which many of my students have now earned college credit through the dual credit program. Woo! But that will wait. I can do all that on Tuesday, when I'm actually on the clock and being paid to do that stuff. 

Today, church, then groceries, then football at 3pm. I'm thinking about dinner ideas, and I'm pretty sure it'll be lasagna. I want some gooey cheesy goodness. Comfort food. I might make a turkey soup with dumplings on Monday, which is also comforting, but requires my attention. I'm tired-- rough night's sleep again, and just brain-toasted-- so easy makes me happy today. 

Thus, the fleece-lined leggings and frumpy sweater I have on. Which, to be honest, is warm and comfy, and it's gross and snowish outside. Not actively snowing, thank goodness, but we got way more snow yesterday than the forecast suggested we would. 

Tomorrow, being a federal holiday, should be relatively quiet-- me, Holly, and a long stretch of time to do... ?? something. We did her last sewing project yesterday, and we colored, and we did her practice homework-- that was two hours. Now what? I'm sure it'll be something artsy. Probably Valentines related.

But for now, I must finish my coffee, dry my hair, and prepare to get on with the day. Church, then the rest. I was thinking about just watching mass on the livestream, but that is not the same. And I need to get my week (and my head) squared up for a very busy stretch. 

O, and by the way... presales for my new chapbook, Relearning the Body, open on January 29th! Here we go!

Hold your loved ones close. It's rough sledding out there, and it's awfully icy.

C


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