My job is full of drama. Kids in crisis, defensive adults, angry adults, it wears me out. I want to just sleep but things are piling up around here so I’d better not.
I am still knitting dishclothes. Usually I start one in the evening and finish it the next, if I am not too tired. I had a meeting that went until 5:30 one night. Tuesday nights I have a class at Washburn. By Thursday night, I am hoping for a nap when I come home but that didn’t happen this week.
We missed the big snow they got south of us. There was only a handfull here and there. I was glad not to have to drive in it but wouldn’t have felt sad if we’d had a day off.