Seinfeld

If you're short on time and impatient, don't read this post. It's the Seinfeld of posts, it's about nothing and saying nothing (and it's not even funny! OOOHHHH, burn!)

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The weeks are slipping by so quickly. It's already August and kids are heading back to school...I hate it when you walk around the grocery store and see all the notebooks and pens and folders calling the kiddies back to the hallways of education.

Okay, I'm kidding. I *LOVE* school supplies and feel weirdly guilty that I'm not in school this fall. I love the smell of new books and couldn't wait to dive into my new classes when I gratefully grabbed for the new class syllabus each semester. The promise of new education! New knowledge! And a whole lot of deadlines I better figure out how I'm going to meet!

I know, I know, there's no shame in therapy.

Anyway, I haven't had a chance to update the blog with much regularity as to what's really going on. Work's work and every day, I employ my tunnel vision to churn through my to-do list with a glimmer of hope that I'm enacting some change at St. Fozzie's or with my employees. I briefly debated discontinuing the blog, but I'm choosing to continue, at least for now, because I love picking a date and reading about where I was on that day one or two years ago.

Just last night, Jack and I read a few old posts from this time last year. After reading about our drama and stress, Jack looked at me and said, "Wow, our lives are so completely dry and boring now. Let's move!"

He was kidding. I hope. With the housing market still in shambles and our investment portfolios down probably 15% from the last three DAYS, it's probably not a good idea. Blech!

Anyway, things are going well. Evidenced by the fact that I'm sitting on my chaise lounger OUTSIDE at 4:39 p.m. on a Wednesday! We realized a few weeks ago that we've rarely seen our house in the daylight...so when I had a corporate meeting that let out early at St. Rowlf's Hospital, I made a beeline for my house to actually (gasp) see my house with natural light spewing forth from the windows. I'm being dramatic, but it's strange to be home.

Almost guilt-provoking, you would say! I'm fighting the guilt, though. I'm strong!

So here I sit, outside, enjoying the unseasonal 74 degree, sunny day out on my patio. The emails can wait, the BB can sit on the charger, and the stack of paperwork I brought home to organize and work through can wait until tonight.

Or tomorrow morning! My new HBR arrived!

(Just kidding, it was the Crate and Barrel catalogue!)