Got home last week, made it through Co-op Friday with the help of Starbucks Via (I know, I know, let’s not talk about that), and got halfway through writing a post about singing the Divine Office when I came down with Plague #348, Do Not Try Singing Version. So that article’s sitting half-written. It’s hard to write about singing when you can’t.
Three girls are down with the evil thing today, so they’re doing the Steve Ray homeschool curriculum while I catch up on e-mail and other things that can done while sitting very, very still. The Healthy One has been promised my piece of coffee cake from yesterday if he does all his homework and cleans the house.
Meanwhile, if you like to write, there’s this conference you need to quick go register for. It’s free, it’s online, it’s Catholic, and it’s open to anyone who wants to come. You can take one class, all the classes, whatever you like, but registration closes Feb 7th. Why do I think you should go? Because of this. In which I answer the question: How did a housewife who surfs the internet too much end up getting published? With a real publisher? Because of the Catholic Writers Guild Online Conference. That’s how.
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Other interesting things around the Castle:
Kitten Watch 2014 We got home from the March for Life, and our cat was still pregnant. SuperHusband had given up on her, and decided she must just be really fat. #2 theorized it was a nasty case of parasites. But the resident I’ve-been-pregnant person (me) was able to persuade them that those wiggly minature-spinal column things you can feel if you palpate Cat’s abdomen very gently? Yeah. Kittens.
And I keep catching that &(*^%&* cat in my closet. Just no. NO!
Music. SuperHusband’s been recording some. If you go in for high-high-Church, here’s his site. I could get used to this. And yes, you can download the MP3’s for free. That’s the whole point.