That’s right, we are tackling, tackling the cold/flu from hell in this little beach bungalow. It’s day ten. That’s right, day ten. At this point, I’m finding that maybe my creativity isn’t moving. I think it may be stuck somewhere in the recesses of my soul, or under my virtual desk like an old piece of gum, or locked up in a secret room in my brain. But, anyhoo… I’ll be back tomorrow, hopefully with my act together. Stay well world! Really, go wash your hands right now. Do it.
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Trapped inside the house
The blogger goes stir crazy
Watch out dogs and kids
But be sure to use the sink in your own house, not the ones at SPHS, where there is no not water!!!
What is “not water”?
Is that like negative space in art — something defined by what it is not?
We’re all so cheeky lately. I can barely stand it.
Hold on, did that not sound serious. I love it. Gretchen- why do high school kids need water any way. Geeze, asking alot!
Freshman washing hands
Turns the spigot. No result.
Is that “not water”?
I’m speechless…
Sorry, typo!!! I meant to say hot water!
Sophomore washing hands
turns the spigot. Icy cold.
No hot water: germs