The kids have gone back to school. A started 6th grade (middle school!) and B and C are in 3rd and 1st grade, respectively. This means, for me, several hours of time alone each day. It also means the much-needed return to some semblance of a normal routine. I am SHOCKED at how much longer the day seems when everyone is up and active by 7 am, rather than 9, 9:30, or 10, depending on the day. It's only 10:30 and I've already done loads of laundry, made a nice, long to-do list, made several much-needed phone calls (someone to fix our flooding problem, someone to get rid of the animal who has made his home inside our front steps). If it weren't for all this rain, I'd be really productive.
Irrespective of the rain, something about the promise of fall is exciting. I find it more energizing than spring, which mostly makes me want to lounge around in the sunshine reading books. Maybe because the school year starts in the fall, it just feels like such a nice clean slate. Time to clear away last year and start something new. When I actually finish some projects around here, rather than just writing them on a sheet of paper and taping it to the wall, I'll post some before/after shots.