Heptadecagon

Due to some raging illness that overtook me quickly, I sat on the couch yesterday and did nothing but watch White Collar and take pictures of the cats. Not a bad way to spend a sick day, if you ask me, although it would have been better if Matt Bomer himself sat next to me on the couch. Since I was stuck on the couch, I never managed to get a picture of Heathcliff. Next time...

When Melina was in second grade, she had to write a letter each week called The Friday Five. The letter actually started out as a list of five things she had done that week. By the time the end of the year rolled around, she had progressed to writing a letter, complete with the date, salutation, and closing. She'd bring her notebook home, I'd sign it (saying that I'd read what she wrote), and I'd write back to her in the same notebook. I started with lists, too, and made my way up to letters. Now Melina is in third grade, and she's not bringing home The Friday Five anymore. However, I liked reading those lists and letters, and I liked writing them, partially because it gave me a reason to relive Melina's week as well as my own. Sometimes, those weeks were long, and other times, they flew by so quickly. Most of the weeks varied on a theme: busy, busy, busy, with teaching and writing thrown in. But every so often, like last April , I wrote that I'd watched...

A time arrives in everyone's life where they feel the need to utter, "That's enough." Or maybe, they have the compulsion to yell those words at the top of their lungs but they've been trained throughout their lives to act like a lady or gentleman so they don't yell anything out but instead, they sit down to the computer and place their fingers onto the letters and what comes out is not "That's enough," but something similar to a very bad expletive... As in, F%^* it, I'm done . That's where I am today. DONE, DONE, DONE. Done with our so-called ups and downs of weather. (It is technically late spring now, you know, practically summer, and I'm ready for sun to stick with us. In the sun's defense, it has been out all week.) Done with the viruses. Done with the kids who must stay home on the couch (Melina has a cold. I can't tell you how many viruses she's had this year alone). Done with the vomit bug that gripped our h...