That's right, kids: no words written on this Friday. I knew I shouldn't have mentioned the possibility of taking a day off, because then it would (according to the medieval Law of Sympathy) then happen.
The storm hit Friday, catching my sister and I dragging my truck to the mechanic for its much-needed repairs. The rest of the day held shoveling and the blowing of snow, followed by extended periods of tending to very sick children. Not a great deal of fun, and by the time everyone was down and relatively quiet, I crashed.
The good news is that I don't feel nearly as guilty about this as I might have some days ago. The bad news is, well, I don't feel nearly as guilty about this as I might have some days ago. I'm not going to let this stop the momentum, but it does feel like an odd break in the program.
And yes, this is being posted on Sunday--just goes to show you how little time there was on Friday...
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