We’re home. And I am worn out. I think it is that way every time we go somewhere. As much as I like getting away, I love coming home and as much as I needed some time to relax, I seem to need it even more when we are back.
I was up early this morning and did the things I normally do when I return from a trip. I went through the mail, cleaned the cat box, dead-headed the flowers and watered them too. A quick survey of the refrigerator and a half gallon of spoiled milk down the drain prompted a trip to the farmers’ market. Fatty made a run to the grocery store this afternoon. The basics are covered.
I have a mental list of all the not so basic things that need doing. And it is long. The girls are out of school and that adds a whole other dimension to my time management skills. Or really, lack there of. So I guess I am saying, bear with me. Posting is probably going to be spotty for awhile. I need to find my summer rhythm.
I’ve got a few things I want to post about and am going to spread those bits out over the next week. When I am not here, I’ll be over on Flickr. See you soon.