This morning I woke up to find a very nice, polite email from an AP English student in my inbox, asking for suggestions of stories I've written that might include a particular theme she's looking for. Through my sleep-fogged brain, I thought the question through, wrote back with a couple of suggestions, pressed "send" - and only at that moment realized I'd misspelled her name at the top of my message. Aaargh! As someone who grew up having her (sur)name constantly misspelled, I know exactly how annoying that feels. I hit "Stop" immediately on my browser, fixed the spelling, re-sent...but of course it turned out that the original message had already sent, so she just got two copies of my email, one with her name misspelled and one not.

Sigh.

What a bad idea it was to give up my morning coffee routine.

On the off chance that that student ever reads this entry: I really am sorry for misspelling your name, the first time round. Please believe it was my usual morning brain-fog rather than any worse form of rudeness.

In other news, I'm reading Shannon Hale's Book of a Thousand Days and really enjoying it - it's definitely my favorite so far out of all of her kids' books. It makes me wish I had a twelve-year-old sister or niece to lend it to! If anyone who reads this entry does have a sister/daughter/niece around that age, I'd definitely recommend it.