Sliding in under the deadline.

We had dinner at college daughter's dad's and there was hilarity and mayhem. A baby squealing. Low level arguing and kibbitzing. I helped college daughter buy a laptop at the college bookstore. I was at work at about 8:30 a.m. this morning, not that my day was particularly productive for that fact. Saw Dr. Write practice her DFL (excellent!). Student conference, in which he and I made a plan so that he could, possibly, if he gets it together, finish the course. We'll see. Re-viewing of Step Up 2: The Streets (the dancing is just as good the second time as the third). For the dinner at the kids' dad's, I made stuff to eat. Forgot an appointment to confer with a student online. Made abject apology.

The emotional content of these days is sending me around the bend. But so far, poem-a-day-for-a-month 2.0 is going fine. 3 for 3.