The storm is passing, and the seas are leveling considerably.
The sun, that elusive minx, flashed us a little bit here and there.
There is less water seeping in between the cracks and
working its way to my lungs.
The mutineers are losing steam, and the not-so-familiar
scritch-scritch
of pencils can be heard for hours any given day.
The deck is getting a daily swab
And the laundry is as caught up as it will ever be.
Because really.
Some things never change.
Amen.
ReplyDeleteThis is plus good.
Scritch away :)
Love the sound of pencils working. LOVE. It was difficult to convince the 6th graders not to use pens. "But, it's erasable, see?" No matter, Mrs. W. prefers pencil. Never told 'em why.
ReplyDeleteMuppet happy dance!!!!
ReplyDeleteyep. our pencils are scritching here too. i'm denying the fact i still feel as though i should be in vacation mode.
ReplyDeleteYou gotta get you some new smencils..my kiddos are busy studying and sniffing sniffing and studying....lovely smelly things they are!! Ps..They can only use them for school.hehehehe
ReplyDeleteScritching. What a lovely word . . .
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