The Midwestern work ethic remains: no more of this post-every-other-day, woo-hoo-look-at-me-I’m-going-to-California-stuff. No. Instead, I will return to my Michigan roots and toil, writing nearly four sentences a day for at least two days in a row. That’s what I’m talking about.

Quite frankly, what am I talking about? Nothing. Speaking of nothing, that’s exactly what I didn’t not do today. For the last few days, Sarah’s been in Grand Rapids preparing classroom materials and eating ice cream, lots of ice cream. I, on the other hand, I’ve been here in Lapeer, eating moderate amounts of ice cream while preparing nothing. But I’m just practicing for when I don’t have things to do this fall.