Gladly! Seeing as how this is a Narnia website, I'd better make it a Marshwiggle's wigwam.
*thinks for a moment*
~~~
The night was cold and dark and wet,
A night which I shall not forget,
For that was when the roof caved in
Exactly as I'd said.

When rain had poured for many an hour
(Though others called it just a shower),
The wigwam, with a sudden din,
Collapsed upon my head.

I crawled out from beneath the wreck
And wondered if I'd broke my neck,
Then stared up at the dripping sky
And wished that I were dead.

I slept that night upon the ground
With bleak rain-puddles all around
Who seemed to ask each other why
I wasn't in my bed.
~~~

Jill is up past 3 a.m. for the fourth night in a row. So although I do apologize for the klutziness of the poem, in my defense I've not been at the top of my game lately. 😛

Jill

Jill.

So the fourth day in a row I'm up after 3! .....this can't actually be very good for me, I think. 😛

Jill is finally to bed after lots of essay-writing and student-services-messaging. *long sigh*

Jill thinks hobbit’s wigwam poem is perfect! 😆
Jill also states that hobbit really ought to go to bed sooner than 3 am....

Jill.

Jill

Jillllll

Jill

Jill

Jill wonders whether anyone else will be doing Camp NaNo this year. I'm thinking of starting a cabin for TLC and other friends/family of mine, but I might join an already-existent cabin if no TLCers will be NaNoing.

Jill.

Jill

Jill.

Jill has never done anything NaNo.... Jill clearly doesn't write enough.

Jill's weekend was crazy. Mostly in a disorienting way. But now that the funeral is over, my life can return to normal.