Woden's Day was the first day of Shakespeare Tragedies. And for the fourth time, I have that person in class. For three hours. Where did all my good karma go for this to happen? I know he cannot help it, but why must we spend ten minutes talking about theature tickets and another fifteen minutes on why we need a course packet and how much it cost and how often we have to pay for it? I was very happy to have my knitting with me. Every time that person opened his mouth, I just kept knitting away. On small needles (US size 3/3.25 mm) using worsted red yarn. It is very tempting to knit a little voodoo doll, but I simply cannot justify the time/energy/yarn on it. I shall stick to angry knitting.
Yesterday, I wrote a thesis outline. Very rough mind you, but there it is all nicely typed out and saved in three seperate locations. Hey, if people were after you, you would be paranoid too. Or just scared that a part of your thesis might get erased.
I put in a full day of substitute teaching and have to escort the Twins to a birthday party tomorrow afternoon. So, I leave you with pictures of last week.
Top left clockwise (0r Top to Bottom): Mom and StepDad watching a parade, Twins seeing Princesses at Breakfast with Cinderella, Younger Twin watching a show, Elder Twin in front of Cinderella's Castle