and with all my heart I turn around

So it finally stopped raining today, and all of a sudden I think it's maybe going to be May in my heart. April really was the cruelest month this year, but I have high hopes for May. I spent the afternoon outside picking violets & rereading Lloyd Alexander's The Foundling and other Stories - I'd forgotten just how easy I am for "The True Enchanter," and somehow Fflewddur just gets cuter the closer I get to his age, though I sometimes feel that that oughtn't to be so.

I've been doing a metric fuckton of writing. Multiple Prydain projects - they're breeding! - but also an OT Star Wars/Firefly fusion. Unfortunately, my Boy is drafting the climax of his novel, which I do edit, and all the lovely affect is making my ficbrain vibrate with interest. Note to self: writing fanfiction of an unpublished text possibly not most productive idea ever.

I finished my grading yesterday, and so far only one of my kids has emailed me complaining about his grade - here's hoping that luck holds. I tell them to email me, because I hate the idea of them going home for the summer confused or bummed, and just grading them and turning them loose somehow doesn't seem properly nurturing - but at the same time I do rather dread those emails!

have a random link: Hungover Owls