Taking the summer off seemed to be such a great idea back when I was overextended. In reality, it’s not so great.
I’m not bored — probably if there ever was a sin, boredom is it — but I don’t have enough to do. I’ve been reading, and gardening, and watching too much television, making jobs for Al to do around the house, poking my nose in affairs that aren’t mine… I’m eager to get into a project, but now it’s too late to take on anything large, as we’re going to be traveling the first half of September, and then it’s just a stone’s throw to school starting, work starting, and I begin teaching a new class on Writing for Veterans at LCC.
But whatever I thought this summer of leisure would be like isn’t it. I’ll remember this next year.
I need to keep busy, or I’ll get myself into trouble.