Snowed In

Here we are, Christmas Day, celebrating the birth of Christ, even though he wasn't even born today. That's how special he is.

What are we doing today? Today - - is a work day. I'm re-writing a book completed almost two years ago. I was shifting through its pages, and realized, this book reads like a wrote it two years ago. It was horrible. I'm trying to re-complete it, and I have less than two weeks to do it. Plus, I have a stack of books that require reading because once the semester returns, I'm back in the classroom, both teaching and studying.

Why am I typing this then. I think only about two people will read it. Go away.