Tomorrow we leave town for three weeks, then home for less than a week, and then I'm off again, for another eight days.
So today is my day of lists. Proofreading. Phone calls. Organizing and reorganizing. Puttering around the house. Packing. If I get things straightened out for myself, tomorrow I can be serene and helpful (I hope).
Benjamin is singing "eensy weensy spider" for Piper. Thomas is up on the third floor. Mark has gone out to get some writing done. Today will be hot, but we'll be in Gloucester in less than 48 hours - so I'll let the thought of salt air pull me through the next two days.