I’m sick, and it’s not my fault! I managed to stagger to work yesterday and today, but by 1 pm I was useless. I need a nap just to be able to write that I’m too sick to write…

Is it me, or do I really seldom write about writing anymore? Oh well. I’m nursing one heck of a sunburn, so today at least I have an excuse. But I’m satisfied. The munchkin jumped in the jumping castle, slid down the slide, petted every animal in the petting zoo, and got loads of free–stuff–that

Hurray! Today we got the new security door and put it at the top of the steps. We have a working doorbell, and we will know of visitors before they are staring in our front door. (We like leaving it open. What can I say, it’s Arizona!) We also worked together to get something accomplished,

When I finally got home tonight, I felt like I’d spent the day being beaten with sticks. I care a lot about kids. It’s one reason I love my job. But today–it’s very hard for me, seeing crying children I can’t help. All I could do was get them signed out quickly, so they could

Tonight, at about eight o’clock, a woman and three teenage girls were riding in a white SUV, wearing their seat belts, doing exactly what they should. And, from out of nowhere, a man from New Mexico in a red SUV plowed into them, doing somewhere between 70 and 100 mph. Witnesses say he never slowed,

I have a shower, I have a shower! Life is good, I have a shower! Now the bathroom sink is leaking. I don’t care. I can jump in my shower whenever I feel like it and get clean. I can keep a bucket under the sink, or something. Having a shower is much more important