5:30 a.m. – whhyyyyyyy am i awake?

6:30ish a.m. – Miss W is ready for Science with Granny day.

7:30 maybe? – it’s flipping hailing.

8:30 a.m. – sorting this box of books donated by graduating Medallion Scholars. it’s a tradition.

9:30 a.m. – trying to find the motivation to deal with this mess.

10:30 a.m. – i haven’t been walking on my breaks because plantar fasciitis in both feet. and it’s been awful trying to get them healed up for the last several months. still not 100%, but tired of feeling like a lump. so i went for a walk and it was awesome. (when did i get so old and boring?)

11:30 a.m. – someone has been doing madlibs and that someone is not me.

12:30 p.m. – lunch zen: twin peaks and knitting.

1:30 p.m. – the temperature is falling and it’s starting to rain.

2:30 p.m. – i went next door to find a snack. this photo feels so depressingly institutional to me today.

3:30 p.m. – i’ve been reading this book for months.

4:30 p.m. – why. isn’t. it. five. o’clock. yet.

5:00 p.m. – Miss W made some cool art studying patterns in science and art and math and things. decalcomania.

6:00 p.m. – almost home.

7:00 p.m. dinner with this wee beastie. (he was trying very hard to say cheese.)

8:00 p.m. – evening zen.

9 p.m. – sleep is for suckers.

10:00 p.m. – a low light rear camera poor quality goodnight, chickens.

8 a.m. – slept late thanks to a combination of migraine meds and exhaustion. could have slept even longer, to be honest.

9 a.m. – hearthsits with Stormageddon. the light in here is awful.

10 a.m. – thinking about leaving the house. i kinda miss the constant rain and gloom of the last two days. i’m sure that doesn’t surprise you.

11ish and noonish – to the salon, which is on the lake (and how’s that for an office view every day? sheesh!) to get Miss W a very badly needed trim.

1 p.m. – there comes a time on a sunny spring day when a girl needs an apple fritter and a cuppa. so she does.

3 p.m. – dunno what i was doing at 2 because i failed to take a picture of it.

4 p.m. – trying to talk this little cutie into going outside, but watching Monsters, Inc. in your diaper is evidently way more appealing.

5 p.m. – he finally remembered that he loves being outside.

6 p.m. – ISO a chicken sammich.

7 p.m. – a little McMilne shawl zen.

8 p.m. – sunset on the Compound.

also 8ish p.m. my phone tried to upload two photos at once and this max headroom meets the fly image meld happened and it’s kind of awesome.

9 p.m. – the Tick grins on as I battle an internet that decided this week that we’re only allowed to visit the sites it has deemed acceptable. like sites that are not netflix or ravelry or other very important locations. Spoon!

10 p.m. – good night from me and my enormous hand.

5:30 a.m. the score is still Q to 12. i accidentally got up 10 minutes earlier than i needed to. i guess that tells you what kind of day i’ll be having.

6:30 a.m. or thereabouts. campus. i like it when it’s quiet.

7:30 a.m. one of my awesome student staff brought me a thank you card and chocolate bunny in appreciation for all the fun student staff appreciation week stuff. i love my student staff.

10:00 a.m. i was in a very long meeting. but here’s a photo of my name on my “door”. i’ve never had that before. so i got that goin’ for me i guess. i know it’s crooked. the one they sent me monday was curved. they had misspelled my name in the one before that. i give up.

noon i just forgot to do an 11. so you go straight to lunch. turkey and murder mysteries.

1:00 p.m. lunch is over and now i have to go back to work. sigh.

2:00 p.m. i don’t know why you keep coming back here. i’m so boring.

3:00 p.m. professional development.

4:00 p.m. it’s a very gloomy day.

5:00 p.m. time to teach.

7:30 p.m. time to go home.

8:30 p.m. it’s a pocket! or at least it’s going to be.

9:30 p.m. is a good time to have tea and toast because you’re fighting a migraine and it’s at least partly because you didn’t really have dinner on account of you had to teach.

10 something p.m. this is where i’dve posted the standard pic of me saying goodnight, but i straight up forgot on account of said migraine and migraine drugs. So sorry.

saturday:8:30 a.m. ish. i slept super late, powered by migraine meds and a mostly quiet Stormageddon. upon waking, my head was entirely pain free for a whole entire 5 minutes. it was a glorious 5 minutes, let me tell you.

9:30 a.m. tea. you have coffee. i have french breakfast.

10:30 a.m. he’s disgusted with me because i told him to quit climbing on the table. worst. mom. ever.

11:30 a.m. – i just realized i’m working on two different shannon cook patterns. laylow shawl, which is one of my favorite gift knits (right), and the timber cardigan, which i’m making for myself because it looks like the kind of cardigan you just live in, and also i could use a nice brown cardigan (left). i just love her patterns.

12:30 p.m. – cleaning toddler off the refrigerator. just in case you thought all i did was read and knit.

1:30 p.m. – the mail was profoundly disappointing. sigh.

2:30 p.m. – laundry, abstracted.

3:30 p.m. – i finally have time to read this book. i bought it for my mother in law when it came out – she was a big fan of GWB – and i sort of inherited it when she left us. i’ve been wanting to read it for a while. later, Stormageddon came and took it away from me. he replaced it with this (proof that i am clearly raising my children right):

sunday:3 p.m. – i can’t believe i still haven’t felt a sudden desperate need to dye my hair. i can’t believe i’m still feeling this good about growing it out.

4 p.m. – i’m so flippin’ tired of winter.

5 p.m. – i am not cooking this dinner.

monday:3 something p.m. – some much needed zen. plus also this thing is getting so close to done, which makes me happy.

5 something p.m. – i’m driving home and it isn’t dark!

7 p.m. – homeschool life = science, scribbles, and snazzy hats.

somewhere around 9 p.m. – we’re never going to sleep. that’s fun for everyone but mom.

5:30 a.m. clearly, i am not happy about being awake. but check out my sweet twin peaks shirt.

6:30 a.m. it was rain, then it was snow, then it was rain. i don’t know.

8:30 a.m. i got busy and forgot 7:30. you still love me. enjoy my leg lamp. (that’s the black book of communism. not some pro-communism foolishness.)

9:30 a.m. emergency slide show surgery.

10:30 or there abouts. a much needed knitting break.

11:30 a.m. my honors thesis is being featured (along with two others) in the honors college display in the student center for the next week or so.

12:30 p.m. waiting for my student to arrive to cover the desk so i can go to lunch, listening to this whacky artist who is cracking me up. “Good. Wonderful that you’re that. But leave me the fuck alone.” yep. pretty much.

2:00 p.m. because i was busy eating at 1:30. lunch with my pop!

3:30 p.m. this isn’t gonna cut it.

4:30 p.m. almost time to blow this popsicle stand.

5:30 p.m. had to stop at the grocery store. i don’t eat yogurt. yogurt is vile.

6:30 p.m. why, yes. yes that is metallic glitter and confetti all over the living room carpet.

7:30 p.m. he had glitter in places no one should ever have glitter.

8:30 p.m. yawn.

9:30 p.m. migraine, with feather.

6 a.m. i completely forgot today was the first until about half an hour after i got up and saw my reminder message from Red.

7 a.m. had i remembered, i might have actually attempted to deal with this hair today. too bad for me.

8 a.m. i just discovered there are peppers growing in the giant planter in front of my building. i love the landscaping crew that covers our area of campus. they’re so fun. and holy wow. i literally, as i was typing this, just noticed the slug. i was so caught up in the peppers i totally missed it.

10 a.m. evidently my morning has been just as nuts as i thought, and i missed 9:00. so here’s a biggby and mah boots.

11 a.m. you should try to make your cubicle hell as interesting as possible.

noon or thereabouts. acupuncture. i always want to just stay there for the rest of the day. even though the house isn’t haunted.

1 p.m. or thereabouts. instead i have to go back to the office. whee.

2 p.m. i need some zen.

3 p.m. diet mtn. dew run. it’s probably a good thing i have to go to another building for a vending machine.

4 p.m. ish. i’m sad halloween is over for a whole entire year. well. let’s be honest. it’s never really over for jentober, is it?

5 p.m. waiting for my modern democratic theory seminar to start.

bedtime o’clock there was a gap on account of there are only 5 of us in the seminar and you can’t really take sneaky photos when there are only 5 people in your class. then i had to drive home. then i took a shower and got Stormageddon to sleep. and here we are. ‘night chickens.

i’m not giving you hours today, because to be honest, i totally lost track of what i was doing.

breakfast buddy

capitalism, socialism, and democracy, and french breakfast

she’s got a big fat check from the livestock auction to deposit, yo.

we stopped in the middle of the road to rescue a turtle around here.

life is hard, take more naps.

more capitalism, socialism, and democracy, and knitting

the view from my hair stylist’s salon is ok i guess.

surprise!

sometimes i feel like i spend 175% of my life washing dishes.

more french breakfast in the mug they gave me when i graduated college and i’m only sharing this with you because sometimes i suddenly say to myself, “holy shit, i graduated college!”

deer watching from the dining room window seat.

realized my thermos was the perfect place for my sleeping bear sticker.

illicit late night snack. i swear i only ate half. … and then went back later and ate the other half. how can i be expected to resist fresh donuts from the farm?

stupid o’clock. why won’t my children go the fuck to sleep, i ask you?

5:30 ish and how the hell is it september already??

6:30 something – hello darkness, my old friend. this is what my morning commute is going to look like for the next 6 months.

i have no idea what time this was – damn hell bathroom abstract.

in the neighborhood of 7:30 – walkies, charlie, walkies. it really really really bothers me that it says resident and not residence.

9 or thereabouts – you guys! it’s officially caramel apple cider season!

10:30 – work zen. velma sweater.

11:17 – a friend brought me a souvenir from the U.P. … is it totally stuck in your head now too?

12:30 – lunch, yo.

1:30 – working hard on some stuff at my standing desk that i love, but i am not wearing the most sensible shoes i own today.

2:30? 3? i don’t know. – i got nothin. ruthlessly copy-editing the first newsletter of the academic year. i’m a brutal proofer. with a leg lamp.

 4:30 – this is not my wooden name thinger.

5:30 – homeward bound.

7:30 – hello from Stormageddon. watching his favorite movie – Shaun the Sheep – for the twelvety seventh time. and it’s the cutest thing. he will act out the entire movie. i die.

8:30 – Miss W, drawing, telling me all about how she wants a wheel-y chair that spins so she can roll it down the driveway, because doesn’t that sound like an epic idea???

9:30 – goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight. except not really. i’m just signing off. smooches to you.

6:30 commute. i like the concept of carpooling, if i had someone to carpool with, but in reality, i can’t deal with other humans this early.

7:30 a.m. walkies.

10 ish. iced coffee run. honestly, i wasn’t doing anything worth noting between the last pic and now anyway. no one wants to look at photos of spreadsheets. yawn-tastic.

11:30 a.m. picked up Miss W’s 4H project from the printer. fair is just over a day away!

12:30 p.m. lunch zen: working on my tee along tee.

3:30 p.m. there’s a big jump there because i was in a meeting for 2 hours. about neil gaiman. not even kidding. so while there was nothing interesting to shoot, it was not a waste of time. but you get fewer photos, so i’m really sorry. please forgive me.

4:30 p.m. art for the fall global water exhibit. so much to do. so much to do.

5:30 p.m. slooooooow leak is starting to get a whole lot faster. bastard. my hand looks huge.

5:50 p.m. annual pre-fair mandatory livestock meeting truck pizza picnic. (i think the truck pizza picnic part is just us though.)

6:30 p.m. homeward bound. finally.

7:30 p.m. the tiger lilies are taller than me this year.

8:30 p.m. you guys. this hair. i can’t even. but i replaced the readers Stormageddon knocked on the ground, so that’s cool.

10:30 p.m. speaking of Stormageddon … guess who’s not flipping sleeping.