Still so sick and tired of being sick and tired! And with the weather being SO gorgeous too, all I feel like is Dorothy when she just HAD to sleep in the poppy fields of Oz. Aargh! I can barely talk, and you would think that might mean that I would have more to say here, having not "used all my words" for the day, but sadly, that is not true. Energy illudes me, as does wit.

You know, though, I did help Gwynn whip up a little script for the Talent Show just now, so I guess I am not at a total loss. AND HEY, if I wrote a short skit for two third graders tonight, then I HAVE written, thus, in another small way, fulfilling my promise to myself to write everyday of my 39th year. Seems to be a theme this week...how to keep your promises even when you feel like poo. A good thing to examine I suppose, cause it happens to the best of us!