from the bathroom floor...

What a busy couple of days-- the semester just started, I posted two blogs, made tres leches for my morning class, got stuck in Seem's driveway, and now, I'm hanging out on the bathroom floor--that is the tub behind me.  It seems to be the only place I can actually get any work done in the house.  I have reading to do on creativity theories, feminist pedagogy and humor and evaluation... and I probably should outline the methodology for my pilot... sitting on the bath mat.  Pretty sad, considering I have six furnished rooms with a choice of seating.  Eh.  I guess you have to stick with what works.  Sometimes I feel like I get so caught up in not knowing how things are going to turn out that I don't just get down to it and trust the process... and accept that sometimes you wind up with death cake, and sometimes you wind up with a wicked tres leches.

Boston cream pie tomorrow... mmmmm.