I told Dak, “this spring break sucks.” He said I say that every year. I guess I do, but it’s true. Every year, it seems like I sprain my ankle, or I have a bad cold, or something else happens. This year, a snow storm and a snow day and an infection are the problem, and it’s already Tuesday night. I wonder why I always have bad luck with spring breaks?

Annika just came in and bocked at me. She asked if it counted as a ba-gock and I said yes. She said that’s two. She brought the graphic novel March in with her and she wants me to read it with her. How can I resist?

Today I slept late because I was sick and these antibiotics are kicking my ass, then I got up and went to school and graded a whole set of essays and caught up on my email, and then I went to Anders’ conferences, and now I’m going to read with my kiddo. There’s the run-down. I’ve done my 5 minutes. More tomorrow!