Not exact matches
Well, it's been one
of those weeks for me, as I've been battling pinkeye... yes, pinkeye... for the
last four
days, along with a boatload
of work related to book edits and blog posts for next week.So I spent a good part
of yesterday in the exact same pose as you see above, only with swollen, crusty eyes, slightly better hair, and a more robust vocabulary from which to bemoan my oppression.
So it turns out the art director I've been
working with is moving on, and her
last day of work was
yesterday.
Yesterday, Adelaide joined me in Portland for a long
day of work, and goodness gracious, I had one
of those wonderful gifts
of a parenting moment that
lasted all
day long, reminding me that all is well, it really is.
(According to the calendar agreed on by legislative leaders months ago,
yesterday was the
last work day of the year).