I keep postponing writing here because I don't know how to make up for lost time. So much has happened post-move and otherwise that hasn't been logged. How will I do those things justice?
Truth is, I won't. But that's ok. Right? It's my blog and it's my life and sometimes I bake a cake that didn't have a picture taken of it and that's just fine.
We aren't quite in a good routine yet but that's ok, too. We still have boxes to unpack, things to reorganize and change, but the panic of moving is over. I certainly don't want to wish away these last days of summer even though they aren't fit for much other than bird feeder watching and book reading, what with the bugs and all. So that's what we're doing. Reading and watching, some chores in between, phone calls made and emails sent as usual but a little bit slower.
September is going to hit us like a ton of bricks and we both know it. Like the last few click-click-clicks of the roller coaster cart before it swooshes you over the side - these days are like that.
** Disclaimer: That "spitting on floors" sign was left in the house when we bought it. I kind of like it. It makes me smile. Julian disagrees.