I wish I could think of something clever and witty to say, but I'm a trifle brain-dead right now. I'll be so glad when school starts again! Why is it so much busier now, at the end of summer, than it was at the beginning of summer? I want to put my feet up, but now I have to go make cookies for a church youth activity tomorrow night. Then I have to pick up Michael from work. Then, and only then, do I get to go to bed.
I used to fantasize about virile men, great adventures, space travel, success, fame, wealth, all the sorts of things people are supposed to dream about. Now I fantasize about 24 hours, alone, in a motel room, where I can sleep as much as I want with no-one to wake me up.
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