Yes, that's a pretty anemic word count. There are some sick kiddos at home and a confluence of responsibilities and grading all coming together at once: yesterday was our department meeting, for which I am the secretary, requiring me to type up the minutes from the last meeting; I'm also on the scholarship committee and we're in the heat of scholarship season (and you didn't even know there was such a thing, did you?), so I've got about 125 scholarship applications to get through this week; my last Voicetrax classes are coming up this weekend, and these actually have pre-work; my final class at CCC is ending this week; and so on, and so on, ad nauseum.
I've actually called in today, since Poncho has an amazing cough going on and Born Dancin' has a fever and is just generally a grumpster. I'll help out this morning, and hopefully I'll get a chance to catch up a bit this afternoon. I am a bit ahead of my word count, so I've got a little leeway, but I'd really like to get further ahead if I can.
The weather is cooperating by being foggy and damp, with record cold promised for later in the week. God pats me on the head for no good reason once again.
3 comments:
Dude - that's a panzy word count. Put your purse down and type! ;)
In all candor Mike - while it's fun to watch the progress counter, and I'm tickled to hear your progress reports, I offer a word of caution: don't let the progress report replace the progress. If the blog becomes a distraction I'd suggest you drop it.
You can SO do this! And when you finally pick your exhausted head up off your drool covered pillow you'll be fascinated at the reserves of strngth you didn't know you had.
BTW - I bestow this doom upon you as my way to keep you accountable. Should you flinch I require you to come to Newberg and visit for a week - to see, smell, and experience all that you're missing, and then leave. ;)
Doctor,
You win for best non-book producing doom. You're brilliant :)
I am down in Redlands but can hear the potential weeping up in Running Springs.
Captain Silverback,
I appreciate your encouragement and your warning. The blog posting only takes ten minutes or so, and it's something I can do even if my writing brain has given out. So never fear.
And you are a cruel, cruel man. If it wasn't for the foul weather today, I really would be weeping. I'm close as it is...
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