I have a bad habit of working only within the month I'm currently in, and not looking ahead. Did you know that July really isn't that far away? It's sneaking up on us right now. That is totally creepy. And you know what? We can't trick it by hiding behind some decorative grasses or a pile of old tires. It's inevitable.
My kids turn 4 and 8 on Saturday. I don't get to see them on their birthday this year, thanks to the Ohio standard order of visitation. I find this rather upsetting. At least we are beginning to celebrate tonight with presents and a trip to see the Akron Aeros.
Since they are not reading my blog right now, I will tell you that my kids' birthday presents include Lincoln Logs, Etch-a-Sketches, and Connect Four. Can you tell I'm feeling nostalgic?
If I'd kept having a new kid every four years on June 12th, then I'd be ready to burst right about now. I'm glad I'm not ready to burst right now.
This weekend: reading a lot of poetry (work), and mulch (finally). Hopefully some relaxing before the final week of my summer class.
Why do the baristas always look at me like I'm insane for not wanting iced coffee?
I would never have done that when I was a barista. I mean, you could order your drink with a bunch of napkins stuffed in the bottom of the cup, and I would've made it for you.
I just deleted a bunch of emails, and it felt great. Almost as energizing as a cup of non-iced coffee.