You know those little bubbles that comic strip characters have popping up from their heads to describe their thoughts? Well, I feel like I'm caught in one this week. Every time, except for once, that I tried to write anything, I either had an interruption or a semi-tragic event occur. (Bread burning in the kitchen, spilled food or drink by the kids, a knock at the door by someone who needed me to come right away, a phone call, and numerous other things.)
I've tried to write about something but had too many thoughts that were taking different directions and
I had yesterday's calamity. Read about it here: www.leadlearners.blogspot.com
To quote a song, "so I'll let my words be few". Come back after I find my way out of the comic strip bubble. I will have something more intelligent to say.
Until then, maybe I could just be comic relief in the story of life.