April's work: The final stage of grief is a Masters degree.
Don't ask me to explain.
A friend posted this video yesterday and I thought it hilarious. Yes, the final stage of grief is getting a Masters degree. We will not explain further. (Though, what is getting a PhD, then? Perhaps masochism.)
I am sick, alas. I inhaled something when unpacking, and I’ve been wheezy and crud-filled ever since. I’ve been medicating and neti-potting though, too, so let’s hope it goes away. But in the meantime: this is why I’ve been pretty quiet this month, and am writing to you from my couch.
That said, this month was just as full of work as the previous! GAAHH! Here’s what I did with your generous support in April:
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