Over At Ignitum Today…

I’ve been rambling about Santa. Listen, guys, the combination of antibiotics, steroids, inhalors, cough syrup, and lack of sleep has made me…fuzzy. Although I read through this post about ten times after I wrote it, I’m still not sure if it makes sense or even contains a coherent argument. Also the Ogre is in meetings with students all day today, so I’m short a proof-reader, which always makes me nervous. Any chance one of y’all can go read it and then come back here and let me know how it is? I’d really appreciate it. And if it’s a totally incoherent crock, be honest, and maybe I can edit it before the damage is too widespread.

Oh yes, and happy Feast Day of the Immaculate Conception! I celebrated by making a totally pointless hour-and-a-half round trip to Sienna’s co-op and back. (She didn’t have co-op today, and I somehow missed the memo) Charlotte celebrated by spilling my once-a-week Starbucks treat before I had taken a single sip. Sienna is celebrating by begging, yet again, for bubble gum (an obsession which I do not understand). Liam celebrated by not sleeping. Again.

Two weeks. Two weeks until the Ogre is back. Two weeks until I can sleep for an entire night. And probably most of the next day, too.

my husband. And a giant bottle of Tylenol PM.