I’m still alive. We’re still alive.
The owls are back. I’ll post a picture… sometime.
We got a new truck. Ditto on the picture. We traded in the Trailblazer for something that is more Maine Winter Friendly. Just the next step in our Grand Plans!
I’m in the throes of the last month of school for this semester. I’m working furiously on my Portfolio – the one that is supposed to net me upwards of 30 credits. The results of this thing will dictate whether I take one, two, three, or four more classes. Then there’s the other class – two papers due in the next few weeks in that one. So, that’s why I’m not writing much here. Or here very much lately, either. Four more weeks and I can re-commit to a regular writing schedule, both places. Swearz.
In a sort of mostly related segue, anybody ever read this? Thoughts? Specifically, why she has to have so many sexual metaphors for the act of taking a picture?
I’m making these at my earliest convenience. Do you think they’d do as a Thanksgiving dessert? I’m not much for pumpkin pie.
Really, that’s it. Head down. Plowing forward. Work work work. Sleep, clean the house, play with the dog, work some more. I really do need to post more pictures of Bailey. Her awesomeness continues. Here’s one:
So… how are YOU?