Theatre is not the only medium that has "hell week"---

It's "hell week" at school, at least for those of us who have seniors. I spent almost two hours last night, tired and fuzzy-headed, grading essays. Normally I don't do those until the weekend, because by evening time, I'm not in a good head space to read/assess student writing. And they were marginal at best. I think they are as ready to say "chuck it all" as I am. 

That said, today is a relatively "easy" day for me: work, at which both classes are working on final stuff, then home to do a little more planting of seeds. I researched it, and it turns out that carrots are good friends with peas; I have room in front of the peas to put in a row, so I will. And beets, too. I planted both yesterday in their assigned box, but hey, they can go visiting, too. And G and I will be going to get the rest of the plants I need when he gets home, because there is no other time this week, and I want to get them in the ground over the weekend, probably after graduation. But I'm getting ahead of myself. 

Tomorrow: playoff games for both baseball and softball, same field, same time. It ought to be crazy. I will bring Holly and we'll do Jersey Mike's for dinner. 

Thursday: NHS induction at 5:30.

Friday: Leave work and get Holly for noon, bring her back to work with me for awards, go home, and get her ready for her end of year celebration thing. G and I will not stay for the potluck. Tim will be there for her for that biz; we will go out to dinner. 

Saturday: movie with Holly at 11, then off to Lisbon to sign her up for swimming lessons. Maybe plant the tomatoes and such after.

Sunday: church, breakfast, graduation, groceries

I'm on the fast track to looneyville. Amid all that, there will be the usual house stuff, laundry, and more grading. I'm tired already, and this will be a stretch. Bring on the coffee. 

Have a good day, friends. Hugs all around. Give it a listen...

C