Still in the funk.
Still managing and am grateful.
Have managed not to hurt my dog today and we played some good Sheltie ball.
One of my dear friends put down her beloved dog of 15 years today. It was time. The family is bereft. Send your thoughts of support and comfort down Auburn way.
I do not know why I am so uptight about tomorrow night's student-led conferences. Yes, I do. And I don't want to look at it, talk about it or get real with it. Sometimes being a 4 sucks. That's when it is time to act as if and then it might just.
Many thanks to Thread Girl for coming in and helping after school. I was able to get even more done on top of that when I went back this evening.
And thanks to the Star Sister for taking such good care of the LIttle Man this week. He is happy and full of beans. I still have the woodstove covered up. He alarms any time he sees himself.
So, while I was writing this, I think he is sitting right next to me happily chewing on one of his chewies. Nope. He figured out how to slip out of the enclosure I have us both in, get the bathroom door stop, bring it back onto his little dog rug here and he was chewing away, making splinters hang off of his lips.
I'm real awake--not.