The Boots Are Still Intact

I will be offering burnt sacrifices to the writing gods in thanksgiving for the fact that my child did NOT get head lice from the three children she was with last week who have it.

To carry last week's mountain-climbing metaphor forward, having a kid with lice the week before a 70,000 word project is due would be something like having one's boots fall apart on the climb.

Which happened to me.

Onward...