Despite yesterday's stress-induced deletion of my entire study guide for today's final exam in Renaissance to Reformation, I think I managed to negotiate it successfully. I don't think I've ever, in my entire life, hit "no" when my computer asks, "Do you want to save" ... but, last evening, I did. Before my 28-page document had even disappeared from the screen (because, also unlike me, I had NEVER saved it), I knew with dismay what I had done. Guess what? Beating on the computer, begging my husband to fix it, and crying didn't work. So I went to bed, and got up at 6 this morning to read over my class notes. Half a semester's worth. Thank the memory gods that it's over.
This evening we had a lovely dinner on the back porch with Mom and Dad, Ashley and Jackson, and the cutest boy in the world ... Cooper. Bill grilled hamburgers and hot dogs, and then he and I took a walk at twilight with Cooper in the wagon. We saw two white dogs and two brown dogs, some "real trucks" and "quack-quacks." Oh dear god ... I never, ever imagined I would adore being a grandmother this much. It's the purest joy I've ever had.
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