Insert pithy statement about being a middle-school teacher two days away from a week off from school. Make a Venn diagram about your feelings about the next two days versus break and your students’ feelings about the same. In your case, add in holiday stress because food, family, and travel. Then drop in some missing-your-kids feelings, because they are a million miles away. And take two Motrin for that headache that must be caused by something other than drinking heavily at night, because you didn’t.
I had plans for last night! I got about oh say maybe 45% into my plans and my brain and body gave out. So be it.
Somewhat strangely, on this day last year, I had just started ironing Wonder Under to fabric for my last quilt of 2016. Ironic that, because I did NOT start ironing last night, although that was my plan.
Here’s a puppy for you to look at, because he’s cute. He’s not actually a puppy. He’s over 2 years old. But he will probably always be the puppy because he’s small.
And hyper.
I did French knots on the righthand side to fill in some of the empty space in there.
Apparently empty space offends me. Actually, that might really be true.
I did manage to go shopping for background fabric yesterday, wash all the other things I bought (it was a weak moment), and then make piles of that and all the fabric from the last quilt that need to be put away.
So I guess there’s that, because I didn’t put any of it away. Or start ironing. In fact, I went to bed early, because I knew I’d have to be up early today for another stupid meeting. OK, they’re all stupid at the moment.
I couldn’t decide on a background fabric. I just knew I wanted it to be dark, and these are dark. So it will be one of them and then the other will get used for another quilt…or on the back of this one.
I wish I could say I’d get further along tonight, but I have an opening on the other side of town and it’s a lab day today (gonna melt crayons! in the name of science!), so the odds of my having any energy at all at the end of the day are decreasing rapidly. But I always have hope.
That’s how I get so much shit done. Hope. And crazyassness. Mostly the latter.
*The White Stripes, We’re Going to Be Friends
My office loves meetings. Yet, every time I’m in one, I feel like a few memos would have been much faster. It’s helpful to ask questions, but someone tends to dominate the meeting and they get very boring, very quickly.
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