Last Monday in July….
Retrieved daughter from university campus twelve hours away: check.
Packed off son to week long scout camp: check.
Confirmed, once and for all, that camping is really, really bad for my complexion: doh!
Also confirmed, somehow, in the midst of the chaos, that my kids are all decent, surprisingly funny, cooperative human beings: I knew that…I did.
Suffering from the concussive effects of 36 cumulative hours of driving in a car with 7-8 other people (decent, funny, cooperative–yes, but surprisingly aromatic) while attempting to compose three different essays–Dostoevsky, Mallarme, and Silko–in my head and on paper napkins and on the palms of my hands: uh-huh.
Submitted essays before due date: yes!
Laid awake all night agonizing about submitting essays, such as they were: duh.
Back at work: Yup.
Already perusing the graduate studies catalog for possible sources of further self-inflicted torture: come on, what did you expect?