Yesterday, my day started with the sun and ended at 8:30 when I fell, exhausted, into bed. Gentle Reader, I’m looking forward to tomorrow, when I can do nothing all day but read and clean and laundry. A day home, doing “nothing,” as it were. This week has been brutal on me and I don’t really know why. No extra meetings or planning, but really, my mental health has been all over the place.
A true blog entry later, to get me caught up, but until then, the dogs are barking to be let in.
The Postmodern Bluestocking 