Thanks, Aunt Shirls! You Delivered Me Home Just in Time to Greet Chitunga and It Was Absolutely Wonderful to Have Spa Treatment in Your Home

And the Savior Award goes to Shirley who took Karal in while I ventured into NCTE/Writing Project Conference Land. She was cared for, cuddled, played with, and entertained and that makes all the difference. 

Poor Tunga waited up for my return and then did a 14 hour day at EY. I'm not sure I've been a good role model for stepping back and giving myself boundaries with work. I've heard that accounting is brutal to its workers and I'm sad he has a professional life to daily demands, too. It seems to be the American way and it is a total shame.

Also shout out to Dave who picked me up on his own grocery shopping excursion while Chitunga had my car. It's always difficult to do holiday weeks, because you need to buy in preparation of the day, but also ask, "What the hell will I cook until then? We still have to eat!" I was also amused that we're in a generation of constant contact so people shopping were on their phones airing all the dirty laundry while they picked up stuffing. He'd better not bring that bitch. If she comes, all gloves are off. I'm telling you, I already have an ulcer thinking about the political fight that is going to go down. Oh, Oh. I bet you they don't show. I get all this extra food for them and they stiff us every year. Everyone was in fantastic cheer at the Big Y.

Poor Dave, too, had to teach all day and run the school's newspaper after school. I sure hope he has an early bed time tonight. He, more than anyone I know, deserves amazing rest.

Last class will be taught tonight, then I can concentrate on preparation...and not the kind with an H. 

Happy Tuesday, World. Time to get the work done. I was thrilled to see this mini-interview in a Center for Academic Excellence newsletters. Scroll down to where my ugly mug shows up.