Go Irish

No baby. However, the child is getting heavier by the minute, to the point when I sneezed this morning and blurted out, “OW!” at the top of my lungs. Geez, I thought I was going to shoot the baby across the room. My husband is not helping, because he laughs at me.

Anyway, the plan today is to keep revising the new book and watch Notre Dame football. I will pray that my beloved Fighting Irish don’t get killed by Duke. It’s been a long football season, and not a good one.