It’s been a summer of barely stopping. In fact, I’m not sure why I’m taking time to actually write a blog entry. I could be doing plenty of useful things, such as chopping 60 sheets of Concert Association tickets into individual units, vacuuming the dog fluff off the floor, pestering Gabe to finish his summer book reports, or....folding laundry. (nah...forget that.)
But, I am feeling so very unrested as the Fall onslaught looms, that I can only wonder at how it feels for someone who has genuine, immutable obligations about to strike.
There is rumbly thunder outside tonight. This makes Freddi feel obligated to scratch obsessively at the floor, which is bad for the floor.
Hazel is contentedly ensconced in her partially-chewed Converse shoebox, and Jeff is dozing blankly in the kitchen chair. I can hear that Gabe, in the computer room, is watching scenes from "A Very Potter Musical" on Youtube. (check it out if you're curious.) I am looking forward to bed and tomorrow's coffee.
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