Off to Lancaster

I don't know how it happened but as it turns out, I will be the only coach present at our third meet of the season tomorrow at Lancaster. Me against 11 boisterous little girls and theiry doting parents, I'm getting a headache already. Getting up at 6:30am in the morning and taking a 3hr++ drive for a full day of competition is not my idea of Saturday fun either. Not when I have a paper to write and research to finish.

(My sister's crazy. She's so bored, she's boxing things that we seldom use so that we don't have to worry about packing much during the week of finals to get ready to move out. Mind you, it midnight. I really should go help her but I don't feel like moving..)