Heal, Heel, Hill

Technically, hill has a little different pronunciation than heel or heal.  It's kind of like, tin and ten do not sound the same either if you do it right.

Yes, I think about words all the time.  The dogs are healing well.  They are able to go up and down the stairs if we don't watch them, but are trying to carry them mostly.  Zora was slower getting back on her feet than Arwen.  She takes everything harder like that.  Funny, because Arwen is so prissy and Zora is the only one of them that howls, although Myra, Abel's daughter's Chihuahua who is a sibling but not a litter mate for our dogs, also howls.

Which is a slant rhyme for heel.  Howl.  That's how it works in poetry.  You got words that are cockeyed to each other and it's called a slant rhyme, like heel and howl, or noodle and needle. 

So someone is going to feel like a heel tomorrow because I finally can go read the dossier that has the reports that have been filed about my performance and find out exactly what these people are work with are about.  I don't really have much sense, and after I'll be at the meeting, but I might not have my brain straight (as if I ever do).

And, life is all uphill.  We had our CA last week so we are having the oral review tomorrow.  I went with Fay to Pittsburgh and she left her book bag in my car so I think I'll slip over to East Hills and visit and return her bag.  Then Sunday we go to the second day of the CA because we are old and like to break it up.  Two days back to back kills me with school.  And guess what?  I love worldly people for somethings!  Hooray but Thanksgiving is coming.  I just want those three days off.  And most of the students ditch you on Monday and Tuesday of that week, so in practical terms, it's a week off.

I'm ready.  Tomorrow is a long day.  I probably need my beauty rest, and I know I need some mental rest, so goodnight.