The days these days, they're a blur.

I'm told it's Friday, and that it's a good thing, though I've not noticed much in the way of change to distinguish the weekends from the weeks, so busy have they all been lately. But there's this:

Yesterday, I made a gorgeous beef stew in the crockpot, had it cooking by 9:00 a.m., thinking to forestall the busy, busy evening ahead from becoming one without dinner. Still, yesterday's the day the crockpot went on strike, unnoticed until I went to serve the uncooked stew at nearly 8:00 p.m. on the only night our daughter's actually been home for dinner in weeks. Were I the type to cry in disappointment, I'd have been a puddle of tears. Being more the type to throw a tantrum, I did that instead. Which... well, didn't make the cereal taste any better, I'm sorry to report.

Today, I shall spend time with second graders making pillows. I don't sew, so this could be interesting. I'll get back to you on that, should I ever get around to posting here again.

Meantime, I miss the days when blogging was something we all did. Facebook is the anti-blog, I'm convinced.