I've gone and signed myself up for a grammar class intended to spotlight and showcase all the little foibles and slack places where I've mentally let myself go, metaphorically speaking, in my writing and editing--take this sentence, for instance--a run-on if I ever saw one. Tsk, regrettable. Anyhow, this grammar "lab" will be the first of four to six classes I have sworn to take in pursuit of The Editing Goal. Notice I said goal, not dream...because I'm not sure of it yet. Regrettable. *sigh*
Off to bed soon. Tomorrow is another day of full-time 'push papers, sign papers, answer questions, lather, repeat.' One day...
More later on the class. It starts January 9th. For now, I'm up to my ears in extra-curriculars: taiko, moving the household from condo to house (rented, cheaply, and painted with my hard-earned money, time, and sweat), caring for my elderly Swiss friend, and plotting about family. While working. (Well, not while working, because that would violate this one's work ethic, but in between work or commuting hours. And sometimes during those commuting hours. But not often, gentle reader--that would be distracted driving, and that would be bad, no?)
Hee hee.
