The timing is about right: I think it was about April of last year my Besst Challenge melted in the flames of overwhelming deadlines and sheer exhaustion.

So when there was nothing up for three solid days, I bet you were thinking: Eh. She’s at it again. Meltdown.

Well, in the words of Mrs. Puff: “I’ll have to move to a new town, open a new boating school, with a new name! No. Not again.”

Well, at least the last part of that quote. Not again.

The Besst of the last three days has been my friends and coworkers, hands down. They found me in The Worst Mood Ever and brewed me coffee, and instant messaged me when they hadn’t heard from me for a bit, and made me happy to be at work.

There were other highlights: running errands with the youngest Son, Interrupted; hearing Elmer howl for the first time (Dad, Interrupted talked him into it); being able to help out one of the Daughters, Interrupted.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014