A Brief Foo Foo Fee Dinner at Founder's House in Milford Before Reconfiguring Another Week Away from the Stratford Home

I waited all day for one more package to arrive, only to find it was sent to the University in the afternoon, making it impossible to get materials to schools yesterday. I will today to work my magic, but I had, as always, a great time putting together the teacher care packages. Everything is in now and they're ready for deliveries. 

I also got to visit Lordship House, the venue to a a CWP event mid-April and the view of the Long Island Sound is simply spectacular.

Dinner at Founder's House was a spur-of-the-moment decision because Beverly is visiting Shirley in Venice, Florida, and Leo needed to eat. Actually, we all needed a good meal and great company to get our minds off the world and onto fish in mushroom sauce over risotto (at least that is what I got -- one for the record books. Cheers to the chef). 

I'm going to inhale/exhale and get to the grind this morning. The teachers will be pleased to have the care packages arriving and I will be happy to once again invest in them with the Cornelia T. Bailey grant. The spring peepers are also singing, so there's that magical night sound in the air again of frogs orchestrating their love songs. That is pure bliss, in my opinion.

Here's the Friday traditions, world, with best wishes for a spectacular weekend. Cheers. I can't wait, too, to get back to the grading needing to be done. I always feel like I'm drowning when I'm not on top of the assignments coming in.