I woke up at 5:30 a.m. to take Lucy on her what-is-happening-to-me-and-my-body frantic walk. I couldn’t get back to sleep afterward.
For breakfast, we had pumpkin pie.
I spent most of the day accomplishing small, un-fun, un-interesting, oft-avoided tasks.
I heard a snippet of an NPR program where they were saying that most people—no matter their income—would consider themselves “rich” if they made twice as much as they currently make.
I volunteered in Christian’s class for the first time this year. His teacher asked me to work on creative writing with the class. They were so attentive and eager. It was a blast.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith did a very nice deed for someone over the weekend and the thought of it has brightened my day over and over again.
Lucy is at the doggie doctor for a sleep over, recovering from her girlypartectomy. The house feels strange without her.
I made a really gross dinner tonight. And everything I added to it made it worse. But the noodles looked cool.
Bad hair day today. Frightfully bad.
I have a hard time with the words “leery” and “wary.” I like to use them, but they always seem incorrect.
I have not put up the Christmas decorations. I am waiting for motivation to strike. Hey, Motivation, remember me?
Ryan had a great phone interview today with the University of Montana. This weekend we head to California for his interview at Cal State Fullerton, then the next weekend we’re off to the University of Delaware. I am currently attending the University of Holy Crap This Is All For Real.
I’m sleepy.
Goodnight.
