August 16, 2011 § 1 Comment
Enjoying the rare morning when the Bub sleeps in. Been up since 5. Did my laps at the pool by 6:30. Now, on the couch drinking coffee and talking to strangers on Twitter, feels almost civilized in a weird 2000 and eleven kinda way. I don’t know about you, but I love the autonomy of the internet.
So, here I sit…
Awaiting the letter that will tell us who the Bub will spend the school year with.
Awaiting next week when I’ll have a whole 7 hours a weekday to call my own.
Thinking about all the wonderful things that I’ll have to say and do with my time.
Hoping I won’t waste a second of it.
Every moment is essential when you’re already dying, right?
The year before I turn 40 is gonna be when all the really awesome stuff happens.
I’m banking on it.