Christmas is over, and this book ain’t gonna write itself.

On the 21st, I began a two-week vacation from teaching.  On that day we held our annual christmas party.   It only occurred to me the next day that one of my VP Tribe lives close enough that I really ought to have invited her.   I’ll fix that next time I hold a big to-do.

The party was successful, and the next day was pleasant at first–but by the end of the day I realized I was getting sick.  The next day I came down with a fever, and felt worse and worse as the day wore on.  Christmas Eve I was sick.  Christmas day I felt a a little better, but still under the weather.

I got a small amount of writing done when I woke up at 3:45 on Christmas Eve morning (and decided, when I could not get back to sleep, to just get up and write).  But reading it later, most of it had to be heavily culled.  It was Not Good.

Now I’m well again, and Christmas is over… and it’s back to writing, because I have only one week before I must begin attempting to cram knowledge in the poor wee brains of our youth once more.


Published by Michael R. Johnston

Father of an eighth grader, high school English teacher, writer. Fifty years old and feeling almost every bit of it on some days, and not a bit of it on others. Based in Sacramento, California, USA

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