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This week saw the longest break I've taken from blogging since beginning this project in June.

I had a lot of work to do on another nonfiction writing project.

The marking period was ending and I had a mountain of grading to do.

My apartment had not been cleaned in a month.

I needed a haircut, a manicure, a pedicure, AND I'm going away this weekend.

Not that I believe in making excuses for not getting my writing done.

In the near week that's gone by many things have happened that could qualify for getting recorded in this blog.

I went to a rocking party Saturday night that was a part of a plan that had materialized out of nowhere only a few hours prior.

I found out that the really mean woman who works in the attendance office (see 'Schizophrenic Weather Day' for details) has actually been mandated, by the principal, to take a 'Relating Well in the Workplace' seminar at the Department of Education.

My friend took me to a dinner at Sammy's Roumanian, the Taj Majal of Jewish kitsch on the lower east side. We ate every unhealthy Jew food known to man and danced to a man playing a hit list of bar and bat mitzvah songs on an organ.

The woman behind the cash register at the supermarket informed me, when I went to pay for my olive oil, that there was another one on sale. She then left her register to walk me over to the oil aisle so that she could show me.

These were all, I think, wondrous occurences.

The best, though, was the feeling I had when I got home from work today. Because that was when I realized that the bulk of the work from this crazy week was behind me.

And it's amazing how, once that realization sets in, one can suddenly and magically feel about fifty pounds lighter.