The itinerary.

So.
I'm heading to Colorado in about a week for Andy's family's reunion, which is bound to be inescapably social and thoroughly overwhelming, to be frank. Andy's mom has no less than six siblings, all of whom will be there with their spouses and kids. Furthermore, I have good reason to believe that Andy's Grandma Helen, the formidably bright matriarch of them all, secretly has it out for me--so if I don't return, you'll know whose back yard I've been buried in. (You can find it in Grand Junction, Colorado.)

When I return I'm set to teach my freshmen and sophomores at least four different novels in the course of ten weeks, which is a total cosmic joke, because I've only read two of the four that I'm supposedly teaching, and that was way back in... 9th grade, when I was an absolute and unabashed ignoramus. Oh GOD. I shall scramble more madly than I have ever scrambled before, for certain. I evidently don't know shit about high school reading content (thank you, degree focus in English Renaissance Literature). But, if I can somehow keep the kids from catching on to this, I might make it through June.
If they do recognize I have no idea what I'm doing, I'll threaten them with lessons in iambic pentameter or make them sniff licorice-scented Mr. Sketch markers. Something--anything--to ensure my survival.

On a totally different note, what ever happened to the next Narnia movie, might I ask? Was filming delayed due to puberty-onset voice-cracking crises?