I have not gone underground, I swear. I've just been eaten alive by the school's upcoming fundraising gala. But, it will all be over Saturday night. Meanwhile, I live at the school, along with a fabulous group of other people who've turned their lives over to the cause. At night, I fall into bed and play Babble or Reversi or Sudoku until my brain stops spinning. Then I dream about auction item numbers and ticket sales. My children think it's the greatest thing ever as they've gone to daycare after school nearly every day. One night, the even got to eat pizza and watch Wallace & Gromit on a VCR in a vacant classroom till 8:30pm. The upside for the adults is that because it's a private school, we can have a glass of wine in the evening while we're working away. Big bonus. So, I'm crawling back into my hobbit hole with a promise to come out sometime next week when the dust settles and I've taken to my bed to recharge for a day or two.