The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
So much for my photo-a-day plans. This week never quite got off on the right foot for some reason, and a vicious bout of stomach flu Tuesday followed by a nasty cold threw everything even further off track. I am still trying to get caught up work-wise and clear an emotional logjam along with my copiously lubricated nasal passages. I have pictures and stories to share, but those will probably come along tomorrow when I am not under the influence of cold medicine. Because that is the perfect state in which to grade student papers instead, right?
Drugs are bad, kids. Very, very bad.