After three months of pure hell at work, life if finally starting to return to normal. Tho I've been keeping up by reading sporadically, the last thing that I have had energy for is finding something to write about. I guess I have been so focused on work that it was all I could think about, and the last thing I wanted to write about. [Clearly still too tired to clean up the grammar above!]
We did accomplish a project that was huge and complicated, but which took its toll on everyone. Mitchell worked a zillion hours taking a load off of me, but still it has taken nearly two weeks to finally catch up on sleep and discover there is a world outside.
So, May has slipped into June; June disappeared into July; and July baked into August. It seems like the heat wave might dissipate some this weekend and I hope to get into the garden - at least to deadhead a bit... ok, a lot!
Storm's River - place of waves
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