Just fooling. Actually, I don’t have a bruised heart but a bruised rib. Though there are moments when I think the rib is broken with a very sharp end sticking into my lungs and why don’t I go to a doctor. Really, my rib is only bruised.
We started a new blogging program at the high school. It is about women literature in the 19th and 20th century. Will be interesting to see what the grade 12 class comes up with.