Not that I'm complaining. I've been teaching long enough to know I need to enjoy the fuzz out of this summer before it goes away and I'm back cursing the behaviors of hormonally-drunk 14 year olds.
Life is good. I'm glad to be home. We have peanut butter cookies and a really good couch. I've been glad in the last few days for some quiet time in the house with my book and my cats. We're making it our mission to swim as much as possible before August.