Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'...into the future.
Five months from today is my favorite day of the year, Christmas Eve. And here I am nearing the end of July, coming to the harsh realization that summer is slipping away. There are still tons of things on my summer to-do list, so I guess I'll have to get moving on them. Care to join me for a lazy Saturday on the beach, elephant ears at a festival, napping outside or a margarita on the balcony? Just let me know - the more, the merrier!
So now I'm back at the office after my vacation. It was more a respite from reality than a vacation, and it came with it's very own reality check, which was not part of the plan but hey, girl is flexible. I ended up returning home early after a phone call from the landlady, telling me the cats were being unusually vocal.
You would be, too, if you were locked in a closet for 56 hours.
For the most part, I enjoyed Karaoke Friday, especially because Mom Terry and Kelly's Mary were there. Got a little dicey inside the dark and twisty world that is my head, but I got through it. With the help of massive amounts of sleep, knowing who to call when I need to cry at 1 a.m., getting all the bad stuff down on paper and an impromptu afternoon laying in the grass. The combination of good friends and honesty does wonders for healing the soul.