So, I can write a wine-infused angry letter to the principal that will definitely escalate things and make the rest of the year decidedly worse…

OR

I can blow her off and work on the happy fluff of the end of pinto Cleaving chapter.  The heart-eyes post @semperama just compiled is definitely pushing me toward the latter.  I just need a little more bliss to wash that bitchiness out of my system (I hope).

Sigh.