avoidance

The end of the world...I mean, school...is near, and I'm a little close to panicking. Whoever assumed that school got easier once you're on the teaching side had serious issues with reality. (Who was that glib person? Oh, right...it was me.)

So I'm seated in the nook on a Wednesday with a candle or two to keep the moisture out of the air (not sure whether that works or not, but it's a nice thought.) And I have cookies in the oven that will turn into mini fruit pizzas, and I'm avoiding my schoolwork. No--very little has changed since my years as a student.

There is a spoken pact in our household that the inside of the house, barring the basement, will be finished by the end of the summer. Two days ago, however, J and I sat down and made a list of everything that needed to be done; the list was, in 12 pt. font and with 1 inch margins, nearly four pages long.

There is probably a much greater chance of the house being finished before I ever get around to making a blog with archives of the work we've done.