The blackboard is finally hung. It turns out I am actually okay with tools, just not crappy ones. I'm pretty delighted with the sexy little cordless screwdriver/drill I got this weekend.
I have not yet mustered the moral energy to call Time Warner back.
From the sound of it, our new next-door neighbors can be pretty mean to each other. That's no joke, but it's really hard not to laugh when you hear someone ineffectually slamming a sliding screen door for emphasis, especially when it happens more than once.
It is never going to stop raining. Remember the summer I went swimming every day? This is not that summer. This is not summer at all, in fact. There is fungus everywhere. I even saw a wild fern the other day. I am so confused. But maybe it's good. Maybe this was the summer that was going to tip my summer-fun loving friends and me over into skin cancer territory, and this rainy season has caused us all to narrowly avoid it. We'll never know, although not having melanomas won't be much consolation if we all end up with rickets from the lack of sunlight.
I'm embarking on a new effort to get to bed on time this week. So far it is not going well at all. When will I give up and, without guilt or anxiety, just let myself be the sleep-deprived wretch I am so obviously meant to be?