No, this is not a list. It is me breaking my rule, once again of posting a blog as though it is a diary entry. Seven days ago I was in full auto-pilot summer mode. Monday was just another day at work followed by a dip in the pool. Then, Tuesday I had my emotional butt kicked, hard core. I am not going to elaborate here and now, maybe later. It was one of those days that catch you of guard as though a whale suddenly appeared on the freeway and you crash right into it. I finally shook off the haze sometime Saturday (yesterday) and realized, “Darnit, school starts on Monday!”
So, I logged into my school account online and was even more surprised when I found out that three of the four classes I have actually started last Monday, making me embarrassingly behind already. My real live in person class starts tomorrow, and the ditz in me forgot to reserve a sitter, so maybe The Max will learn something along with me.
My point of this word rubbage is this: No matter how you downsize life into what seems to be manageable, life will always pull a Road-Runner on your bad Coyote self.
I should go to bed already, but instead I will be reading all of your guy’s most recent entries;)