So I’m writing a script for a…well, it’s for Valley of the Moon’s Halloween show. I told my friend I’d help, thinking I’d contribute a few bits like last year, and then suddenly there was this deadline and no one else he’d asked had anything, and…well, onward.
We’re three weeks into the year at the school where I work. It’s…a mite busy still.
School-I-attend starts tomorrow.
Deliberately vague, but the young lady I was worrying about here? The prognosis is not good. Almost three weeks since her injury, and they’re finally able to tell us the situation and…yeah.
I’ll just be over here, hiding under this big rock.