It’s cold, there are high winds, which of course means the dog is outside and refusing to come in. I’m quite sure the neighbors think we’re abusing him. I hope they can at least hear our cries of, “Dumbass, get inside already!”
My final paper is just over 1/3 complete as far as word count goes. Not bad considering that the actual writing portion only started this morning. Granted, this is on top of a couple weeks of research, reading and fairly extensive note taking, so I suppose it’s not as impressive (or completely last minute) as it sounds.
So, is it a bad sign when the gentleman repairing your dishwasher has it taken apart in the kitchen and just looks up at you and says, “Can I just go home now??”
