Morning, all. I’ve been up for a while; there was no way I could sleep through Isaac barking furiously at the evil lawnmower. Stoopit dog. 
You did the right thing, Carrot, and I’m sure your profs will appreciate you contacting them before the end of the semester and you’re hopelessly late with everything.
Rigs, years ago a girlfriend described how she wanted to handle a girlie bits problem so perfectly that I’ve never found anything more perfectly descriptive. Serious TMI, you have been warned!
She said she wanted use a round hairbrush to scratch herself with!
Not much else going on here. It’s a lovely warm day, so the house is all opened up to enjoy the fresh air. Isaac is still worn out after yesterday’s adventures at the dog beach followed by the long walk through the park, so he’s quite happy to laze the day away. That’s okay, Papa Tigs will take him out and wear him out again tomorrow morning. 
As for me, I’m working on my usual pile of work, plus I’m knitting black hats furiously. Mooom, if you want to help out, I’ve got a great charity knitting project for you! This group I’ve been working with for several years now, Operation Quiet Comfort, that supports front-line medical units with all kinds of stuff, has just received a request for a bunch for black hats – we make 'em extra loose to fit over bandaged heads for those long, chilly Medevac flights to Germany – and the supply is just about gone. So I’m in charge of rounding up knitters and getting them hats, “as many as you can as quickly as you can.” I’ve got a bunch of other volunteers, but if you’d like to help, I’d love to have you! Send me an email if you’re interested.
And with that, I need to go do some work. And finish a hat before casting on the next one. I’ve knit hundreds of them, so I can practically do them in my sleep, but alas, I’ve not found a way to have them knit themselves yet. This is where being Molly Weasley would be very helpful; I could have the knitting needles clicking away furiously while I worked at my computer. Or vice versa. Why was I born a Muggle?