mon / fresh week / Love's Labor's Lost poolside / godspeed

Miss you Papa Coley.  Love to family.

Last week of school:  knuckle down essay time.

DD graduates this week (leaves Tucson in 3 weeks, sigh-o).

L.L.L:  "It doth forget to do the thing it should ; / And when it hath the thing it hunted most, / 'Tis won, as towns with fire ; so won, so lost."

Contend with this face to bring you up:
baby grrrrl.