I'm not intentionally avoiding the blog, I swear. I had no idea a whole week had gone by. And before that, another week, and before that yet another. I blame my overwhelming desire to hibernate, statistics, a lack of yoga (leading to a total lack of clarity), and too damn much grading because it's the end of the trimester.
Today I spend most of the day sitting in the Great Red Chair of Sleep. I played mob wars, read Howards End (which I really feel should have an apostrophe and yet it does not), napped, looked at my book shelves and shook my head, ate popcorn, took the dog for a walk, and played more mob wars.
See why I'm not writing? I'm the most boring person alive right now.