Could it really be Finkday, finally? I think so.
Jake arrives tonight for a weekend with Grammie & Grandpa Thriller. Taking this child to a wedding will be fun; he positively loves to dance, so here we go.
Last week, the textbook arrived for the Very Last Graduate Course I Will Ever Take in My Long-Legged Life. On 13 December, it’s all over. Par. Tee. Time. But it fills me with a bit of angst, you know? It’s been awhile since I balanced the whole “teach all day, rehearse till 8 p.m., then come home and start working” thing. I mean, I’m fifty now…the university (and indeed, the universe) should cut me a break. Give me extra time. Stuff like that.
So what are your weekend plans? Football games? Gigs at Chamberlain’s in Dallas (I really wish I could be there)? Playing a club in Florida? Having family over? Chained to homework? Share. I covet your articulate and compendious thoughts.
But for now, I am late for the shower and the Mighty Ford Ranger. Off into the rainy morning I go.