I
think I've become one of those horribly affectionate mothers who can't help but send goodies and owls every other day
or every day to their school-children.
Which is only more sad since I'm
not a mother. I can't exactly help it, though - I miss Frank. I'm fairly certain I wrote nearly as often as I am now my first two years of Hogwarts - I just didn't notice quite as much because I was so busy.
Not that I'm not busy now, exactly. I've just realized that Frank has been my only non-work social interaction for two weeks now, and he's not even
here.
On the bright side, the Gryffindor seventh year boys apparently enjoyed my latest batch of snickerdoodles.
Although seventeen year old boys eat almost anything (Frank does, anyway) so I am not certain if I should be proud of this or not.