The grading, whoa/woe the grading

Really what I should be doing is GRADING 107 EXAMS because when I am done with those? I NEED TO GRADE 107 FINAL PAPERS.

That's a lot of grading, my friends.

Speaking of a lot. 

There are a lot of us in this house and not a lot of square feet for us to exist in. At least, it used to feel like more square feet when it was just me and Beatrix home all day. Are we moving? NOT ANY TIME SOON. I am not sure if you've noticed, but we are in the middle of a GLOBAL PANDEMIC, and I feel like it's going to affect the real estate markets.

Ben is working round the clock and sometimes even has to go on TV to talk to people which exacerbates the TINY HOUSE problem for sure.

 Bonus! I have time to cook all of the things from scratch. I made so much spaghetti sauce that we are having chicken parm tonight and make your own pizza tomorrow.

 Lots of dance class via Zoom. This week was bring your dog, so Bea got to make an unexpected appearance in the toy room.  SHE DID NOT LIKE.

 So profesh!

 HOME SCHOOL!

 So much baking.

 I seriously love Skip Bo

 A little pre-dinner Spot It

Dance class hostage, trying to escape