I am struggling to get anything done. I begin projects in a glorious haze of excitement and burn out halfway through, leaving piles of rocks, landscape fabric and weeds to sit in the rain. I recently rediscovered the uber comfort of my couch and I have spent many an hour peacefully reading or watching my nieces cavort in front of me.
A lovely football game the other night - except for the rain. It hasn't rained here in months - evil clouds come up that would normally drop a deluge but not a drop has fallen. Thursday night the rain fell in earnest. I was not prepared other than a raincoat. Kevin was not prepared, and I had nothing for Anna. No rain coat. Kevin took her downstairs and I eventually followed.
We left early because it was just miserable. I inadvertently ended up providing play by play on the bus - injuries, a challenge to a play and that meant the game wasn't over before the bus arrived back at the parking lot. We won, but it was painful.
I am out of words. I can't even summon the strength to think about something to write. I did much better when I wrote because I had to every day last year.
I got my passport the other day - several days early. I can officially head of to North Carolina in a couple of weeks now.
I have much to do before I go. I hope I can summon the strength to do so,
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