Integrated projects. I turned my first Capstone Case Study in on Sunday. I was talking to my instructor on Wednesday while she was grading them and she told me I had done very well.
My response: “By your standards or mine?”
She laughed. (I had gotten 109.5 out of 110, which is excellent by her standards while I was bugged by the 0.5 point I had lost.) She created an optional discussion post where we could post part of our case study (in this case, a flier for a yurt tour) and it has been fascinating to see what people put together for it.
Mea culpa, Lord. Sleep deprivation and stress have led to me feeling like I was going to have a panic attack multiple times this week. On Wednesday, I came home after my tutoring shift and did noon prayer (about 2 1/2 hours late) which was helpful. I also felt like the Spirit was reminding me that I need to pray about things a lot more often. (Admittedly, my prayer life sucks right now.)
God speaking to me through music. One of the way God breaks through the armadillo shell I seem to have around my soul these days is music. Unapologetically Episcopalian shared this piece on their Facebook page on Wednesday afternoon and it was needed.
Update on the kid. Because I am a slacker mom, I forgot to schedule my beastling for a weight check today (it *IS* technically Friday). If I can’t get him in briefly at our pediatrician up here, I’ll just stick him on a scale at home and see if he’s gaining appropriately.
He’s drinking his gazazzapop (“gazazzapop” being a word my grandpa used for a liquid without a name) willingly and I can’t wait until summer when we can space it out over the course of a day, rather than having to fit three boxes in between when he gets home from school and when he goes to sleep.
Linguistics geeking. This sounds interesting.
Yet another distraction. Finding out about this is not a good thing for my productivity…
Good night. My snuggle buddy has declared that he would like my chest, so I am signing off. Sleep well, y’all!
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