Here. Look at this. It's a patchwork sweater of some sort. I intended to write a Trad-Ivy Tuesday story about all of the patch things I wore in college but I don't have time. So Trad-Ivy Tuesday will end up being Trad-Ivy Thursday this week. I'm about to jump a plane to Cincinnati. Oh joy. Plus, blogging occupies my mind and distracts me from other things and I don't want that. In other words, blogging right now, unless I'm writing some wallowing-self pitying story, gets in the way of my suffering.
We not only wore patches...we all used to sing Patches at about one in the morning--KA House time. "...I told mama I was gonna quit school but she said that was daddy's skrictest rule..." Most semesters they told me that I was gonna quit school.
Onward. To Cincinnati.