Death is not worse pain than an empty life. -- Lun Tha

It's Sunday morning. I woke up about half an hour ago with The Interminable Irish/Norwegian Novel on my brain. However, the final poisoning of Mr. Viking and maybe even the Horrid Monk will wait. I have junior high students who are going to need my brain in a few hours.

I'm praying that I can apply the lesson this week to any needs that may present themselves. I believe that God is faithful, so all I can do is study my planned scripture, tie my shoes, and go in with my usual noises and pyrotechnics. (Note to drunknphilosphr I am sometimes loud when I teach!)

Elsewhere on my list of things to do will be to get back to Norway and use "Dead Men's Thimbles" on Mr. Viking. TODAY. Before sunset. It's my big goal.

Which I will accomplish if a) I can keep small children from invading my space while I try to finish this sharded chapter and/or b) if the Spousal Unit will assist in childcare and general household maintenance. Measuring deadly herbs takes concentration!

I will report back tomorrow, I hope, and perhaps I'll be able to report that I am now in the last five chapters of The Book!

Cross your fingers, and think productive thoughts toward the Sonoran Desert, if you would be so kind!!

"The Spook" who can STILL walk on rice paper and leave no FOOTPRINTS. *headshaking* This is getting frustrating.

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