Repeat, Plus

I have nothing new to tell you. The last two days have been more of my 90:10 productivity plan. Plus, I've started working out again (hey, it had to happen eventually) and my poor limbs don't know what's going on. I had to hunt down my foam roller and it has replaced the good will pants as Lucy's main interest. (I took advantage of the diversion and threw the pants into the official pile. They're ready to go.)

Speaking of Lucy, I keep meaning to update you. Guess who's 4 years old?

She was somewhere between 1 and 1.5 when we got her. My, how time flies when no one is having fun.

When I get home, I always say sweet nothings to her and she glares at me. I realized the other day, when I called her "My sweet little baby" that she is neither sweet, nor little, nor a baby.

I literally have nothing else to talk about. I'm telling you, all I do is grade and read and write and sweat over these final research papers and then avoid them by grading some more. I'm trying to get so much done before Thanksgiving, and then I wear myself out and have to take a nap in order to calm down.

I'll leave you with those lil crab claws.