School is wearing me out. Today? The trimester math test for everyone. Each individually tested and while things went okay, I skipped two of the questions on graphs. I’ll do them, but I’m buying myself another day or two of time. Because WHOA.

Second graders might be able to do that horrible, horrible one, but I doubt it. The second you start giving four conflicting choices, two about having pets vs. two about liking pets, we’re done. The brightest child I have (reads on a second grade level, can tell you the opposite of transparent is opaque and spell them both correctly, I could go on and on) was confused by the choices. And he could read the damn things.

Good thing we are trying this out and get to give feedback. I have an earful planned.

The books we were writing this week? So not happening until I get control of these math assessments.

I scored a copy of Seanan McGuire’s latest book, Discount Armaggeddon, this afternoon and am now trying to convince myself to finish the book I started two days ago first.

Yeah, that’s so not going to work.

I have two friends’ books on order, and it would be three, but Leah’s book doesn’t come out here until next month. It’s enough to make me want to move to Canada. Athough I must say, I really appreciate my friends writing books for me. Don’t know what I would do for reading material if I didn’t have you all. I can’t wait to get Deb’s Wide Open. I’ve been waiting for it since I heard her reading at World Fantasy. Jodi’s Incarnate is winging its way to me in the same box as Deb’s. YAY!

In other news, Patti Lupone and Mandy Patinkin’s concert is Tuesday. I can’t wait. Rachel and Jenn both bought tickets the same night. What’s just as wonderful as writers who write books for you? Writers who love musical theater as much as you do.

Writing? Hell, no. I can’t even drag myself out of bed before 6A–even Harley’s sleeping in. Damn daylight savings time.