And in the true tradition of mom, she wasn't looking in the camera (what else would be new?).
Never fails, for me, that when the holiday break comes around, I get a sniffle in my nose and a scratch in my throat. It's the immune system of an educator...when we see light at the end of a tunnel, our bodies say, "Now is a great time to get sick." I hope this passes. Too late. I am down for the count. Head, throat, and chest completely garbled and I'm talking through my ears. I need sleep.
Got to talk to mom twice yesterday, the first time for her weekly update on Days of Our Lives (it took a threesome to help her conclude the show is dumb, in which I replied, "You're just figuring this out after 50+ years?").
Tunga represented the Connecticut crew, and is being treated like a king by the Kurtz's, who have been an extended family for him all these years...I'm so thankful.
Now, I'm hoping that graduate students get their final projects in early, so I can have them graded and hit the road before the inclement weather expected this weekend. Trust me, as soon as they roll in I will have my eyes on them for feedback.
Last night, too, Pam made a ham, I brought over mashed potatoes, and the first of too many holidays feasts were had. She also made a cheddar cheese, broccoli dish which complemented everything wonderful.
Finally, congrats to Argentina. Not sure what we're supposed to do without anticipated World Cup games. What a finish! Worth every second of the last month of viewing. The best team was triumphant, and oh, what a game!