Don’t you hate it when the damned dog won’t get off the bed?
Should you be getting bored with the lack of any meaningful commentary here lately maybe you should visit the hubby’s nicely-remodeled site. He’s saying more than I am these days…
It’s been a week of insanity, complete with 18-hour workdays, augmented by homework and one big family gathering on Sunday. I’m pretty well worn out and not really ready to start the whole thing over again this morning. This week should be slightly calmer, though. I think.
A few weeks from now, when I’ve lost all brain function, someone please remind me of how all this extra stuff I’ve taken on this year is really good for my career, OK?
Photos from our annual “It’s the Weekend After Labor Day” cookout, held Sunday in the lovely subterranean 1968 Room of MurderingStream Estates:
