Yesterday morning one of the professors I work with came over to discuss a proposal. (Actually, he rolled up on me unannounced but that’s another story.) We discussed his budget and he was about to leave when he asked me if I spell my name with a C or a K. K, I told him. Hmm, he said, that’s unusual, and it isn’t the Christian spelling. How am I supposed to take this? Is he calling me a heathen?

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It has been almost 10 full days since we left AE at his grandparents’ house, and he obviously is having fun since he is totally refusing to speak to either his father or myself on the phone. (Well, except for this of course.) While I’m glad he doesn’t get homesick and give his grandparents a hard time, would it kill him to miss his mom and dad just a little? Or even acknowledge our existence? Apparently so.

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According to this quiz, I have only a 31% chance of surviving a zombie apocalypse. Not good odds. However, since the only zombie danger I am likely to face is from myself (Miss T continues to stay up for multiple hours in the middle of each and every night), I think I will probably be okay. Assuming I can sleep for more than 3 consecutive hours at some point in the near future.