Made It Through the Storm
My mother-in-law’s best friend is named Irma. She’s a feisty 90 something living on her own in Southern California. Last night, before my husband and I said good night in a dark house with no power and since we live in the country and on a well, no water, I thought of her. Early this morning, I went over to
The Sleepless Nights are Starting
I’m a worrier, I always have been. I got it from my mother. But I worry about the usual things–my family, friends but especially, deadlines. I think I’m good with my homework for this week. I was able to complete 3 out of 4 of the problems and all my obstacles to studying every day are out of the way.
One Down, One to Go
Well, I’m halfway there. I’ve finished my paper and presentation for U. S. Presidents and will present tomorrow but I can’t get my darn printer to work. Today, I will get the final work done on the presentation that’s due on Wednesday. It’s not quite the last minute but it’s too close for me. I’ve had a very busy week