Oh, I hear the rumbles from the kids I know from church and scouts. They're bored and ready to go back to school. They need some stimulation, they can't handle the down time. Me, on the other hand, I have been over-stimulated for too long. Sure, I get edgy now and then and think I ought to jump up and do something. But this week is detox for the craziness I live between end of summer and Christmas.
Deanne and I were hoping to sneak out to the cabin tomorrow for a night or two, probably take Sassy with us. But Lightning is now taking medicine, and may need supervision, so I don't know where that's going. In any case, I need to get out to Wilderstead this weekend, just to finish restoring my sanity. After all, Sunday's coming -- and with it, the whole crush of 2011 schedule monsters. Once it starts, I probably won't be able to catch my breath until sometime in April, so here's to the long, lingering, idle in-between week and weekend I'm savoring right now.
BTW, Deanne and I will celebrate our 37th Anniversary on New Year's Eve. So, to all those who thought it couldn't last, a heartfelt cry of, Neener, neener, neener!
