I am a little more tired than usual because the last week has been full of unusual experiences. I did my first outdoor wedding for a completely delightful couple, and it was so much fun I didn't even grumble too much that wedding scheduling necessarily displaces days off (dude, they sent me home with a Bento box... I ate all the California rolls before I even got out of the parking lot). Then on Sunday after church, I drove to Northern California to help out with Dillow Move 2007. Poor Elizabeth has to navigate a cross-country move with a five-year-old, two-and-a-half-year-old, and a six-week-old baby. Since Matt took off by car with the cat to make it to DC in time to sign in for his new assignment, E got to stay for the packers and movers and housecleaners, etcetera. *D* is there, helping wrangle the little girls, but I tell you what: managing a move with small children absolutely requires at least a one adult per child ratio. They fly out soon, so at least there is an end in sight. I did as much as I could, and ended up so exhausted on Monday night that I went to bed before Maddie. That's an impressive level of fatigue. I schlepped home yesterday morning wishing I could stay another day or two to lighten the load.
So now we're just settling in to summer, or what summer is for adults who still go to work everyday June-September. Maybe once we fire up the grill after a Saturday beach day it will feel more like it.
p.s. I'm officially hooked on
p.p.s. I have new shoes and they look like this:
p.p.p.s. Question: Would these shoes be classified as sandals?