Hardly looks like a Mountain of Laundry up there, huh? Well, today was one of those days when I needed to step away from the dishes and the homework and the laundry and...well...put on a vintage pink gown and take Viv out for a spin. I'm sure everyone does this now and then.
Otherwise, mostly the same ol' same ol' 'round these parts. I've hit that portion of the semester where I'm fairly certain that school is trying to kill me. By the looks of my syllabi, this feeling should subside shortly following finals (unless school really does kill me). Of course, that's when I'll have to study for and take the GRE. No biggie. It's just my future.
The kids are well and fine. I keep feeding them. They keep coming back. Emily appears to be thriving in high school. The boy turned eleven on Monday. Audrey has requested her blog name be changed to Princess Pearl.
Mark and I will be running the Mother Road Marathon in just over a week. The training schedule is tapering and I feel like I'm cheating. This morning's six miles were a piece of cake (the weather could definitely be a factor) and my "long" weekend run is only eight. I guess I'll make up for all of this slacking next Sunday.
So back to studying. Viv is safely tucked away in the garage and the dress has been carefully returned to the Closet of Eternal Joy and Happiness, where they will be at the ready when I need them again.
...which could very well be tomorrow.