Crandall Has a New October Friend Named Wilburt the Ghoul (Nice For This Fool)

And I'm back in my office to get ready for the week, after a breath-taking, incredible celebration of writers and literacy in southern Connecticut (um, Bryan, you stopped in your office on the way to the festival both Saturday and Sunday, so Monday wasn't anything new).

What was new, however, was the delivery of Wilburt, my October Ghoul from my colleague Diana.

"A little nonsense now and then, relished by the wisest men."

Some people get me. I'm able to keep at it if I have little fiends/friends like this to distract me. He is helping me to get back on the grading/planning train, after a 4-day festival of putting the scholarship into action.

• a sports literacy night and film screening for 500 people, 
• 80 writers at a Story Fest,
• substantial audiences at all the panels, 
• collaboration with amazing teachers,
• admiration for phenomenal kids, 

and zero to no horrific obstacles. Instead, I got to meet great writers I admire, to be part of them, and to promote literacies across southern Connecticut. That's how I spent my weekend and I loved every second of it.

Now, however, I need to plan for the courses ahead. I couldn't do that, however, until I reviewed applicant files for graduate school, finished a grant report, and planned a radio show. 

With me was Wilburt and I'm thankful for him. Okay, Calendar, what do you GOT for me today. We can do this.  We have to do this. Let the day begin.