On Sunday morning we woke up to ice everywhere. Breakfast was limited--the kitchen regulars couldn't get in--and it was even tricky making the short walk out to the studios. After the sleet stopped, it rained. And rained. And rained. Which should have been conducive to work, but it just made me sleepy. Still, I got some work done.
In the evening we went over to Sweetbriar for the annual holiday dinner put on by the Dining Services there -- turkey, ham, all the fixings. We ate too much. Some of us did, anyway.
Although the rain had stopped, when we got back I didn't feel like going out to my studio to work so I graded papers. Made a lot of progress on that, so I feel like it's under control.
Now, if I can just keep the book moving forward . . .
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Tomorrow is still another day (and in the same week). Write on!
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