I just posted a poem by Billy Collins, which you can read in the previous entry. This is my question: is Mr. Collins going to come and sue me for posting his work online? ;)

It's a lovely fall day. The leaves are gorgeous, and when the sun shines through the brilliant red leaves my heart practically stops.

I'm sitting here with cinnamon toast (round II -- Avadore claimed round I) and tea. There is writing to do today, and I am prepared.

Today needs to be a good, productive day; the rest of the week is already lost.

Tuesday I go to the OB for my first official appointment. I hate this one the most. This is the one where they look for the heartbeat. In the past, at this visit, my baby hasn't always had a heartbeat, which leads to other things, like D&C's. Depending on whether there's a heartbeat or not will determine the rest of the week. Since there will be a heartbeat (since I won't think of it any other way for the rest of the day and tomorrow), I will continue with my regular schedule.

After my appointment on Tuesday I have class, then naptime, then preparing for dinner, and so on.

Wednesday is fairly free so far, though I may go and visit family.

Thursday is class and preparation for the weekend.

Friday is a wedding, luncheon, reception, etc.

And so on.

Groceries must also be bought today since we are running dangerously low on such necessities as milk, yogurt and blueberries.

Cinnamon toast rocks.