It’s been a week since I last posted; two more days–two more crazy days where Rosemary’s brain threatens to seep out her ears–and I am done teaching for the summer. (Though not done grading; revisions are due on Monday.) And then the rest of my summer will be one of self-imposed deadlines, because apparently this is the only way I can get anything done. Deadlines for story drafts; deadlines for blog posts (including thoughts on running, grief, and writing “what you know” that have been simmering–the latter from comments on Catherine’s blog and a question TC Conner asked me); deadlines for dentist appointments.
This August will also be filled with reunions, weddings, housewarming parties, and (hopefully) interior decorating of a sort. And if I’m lucky, I will begin it with electricity. (There is some danger it will get turned off on me, due to complications with the internet application to get everything switched from my roommate’s name to mine. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.)
In the meantime, my roommate is packing up, getting ready to move stuff to the house she and her soon-to-be-husband will be moving into. The two of us are disposing of her coconut rum together–purely in the interests of consolidation and convenience, of course. (Equal parts cran-raspberry juice and coconut rum has the Rosemary-seal-of-HIGH-approval, fyi.)