Atticus was working late last night. Did you know teachers could work until 1 a.m.? They can during speech season.
[Updated to add:
Atticus is worried there are no comments here because you're all thinking, "Ummm ... 1 a.m., Karen? A teacher? Umm, maybe you should question him further, dear .... " The speech team and head coach can attest to the fact that they did not arrive back in town, after District Speech, until very late at night. There. Now we all feel better.]
Usually Atticus + working late = working at home, grading essays. Frank McCourt once said something about having no time to write when he was younger because he was too busy grading essays every waking moment of his life.
I spent bits and pieces of the evening setting up housekeeping at Facebook, which I may or may not use much; it's hard to tell.
I'm blaming an old friend, who visited yesterday.
I did figure out two things: how to connect my Twitter updates to Facebook, and that I had inadvertently starred something as a "Favorite" on Twitter. For the first time, I clicked on my Twitter"Favorites," realized what they were, and saw that I'd accidentally starred one post ... something like what someone had for dinner that night.
Perhaps that's where people get the idea that all Twitter and Facebook communication is banal ... from stumblers like me, making mistakes.
As for computer time-wasters ... all things in moderation, right?
Our taxes are done!
Last week, Atticus watched Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives (he thinks the food looks great; I cringe at the food and the host) and they highlighted a place in Omaha, run by three brothers, one of whom my sister dated for three years in high school. Funny.
Ramona wishes you a sparkly day.