Little Helper

Other than me, no one will be more happy when I finish grading the last batch of essays than the three pooches who live here . . . and oh yeah, Mr. Fun -- he'll be thrilled!

This is Chloe. She wouldn't let me sit at the dining room table to grade; she kept jumping at me and clawing at my leg. So I finally gave-up; picked-up my stack of papers and moved over to the sofa.

She immediately plopped onto my lap. Thankfully after a short while her attention span faded and she was off to do something else and I stayed on the sofa to begin (again) reading the last pile of student essays.

It is now LATE, very Late -- it's 2:30 a.m. We've stayed-up half the night. Mr. Fun is watching movies and I've been grading, checking my computer (it's such a distraction), and occasionally watching the movie too. Crazy fun is what this Friday night has been (well, I guess this is actually Saturday morning).

Good night from Southern California.
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol