No, not that end. Put those bug-out-bags down.
The end of the semester! The end of the insane amount of reading and writing that I subjected myself to this summer. The end of academic h-e double hockey sticks. I’m FREE!
FREE! FREE! FREE! (Picture me running amok throwing papers in the air, while the cat stares, only slightly amused.)
Only problem is, all that stuff I had to set aside in order to study—yeah, it’s still here. Piles of laundry, dust bunnies the size of gophers, weeds in the flower beds taller than me. Doctors appointments. And the garden. Oh, yes, the garden.
Last time we talked it looked like this. Nice and tidy, remember?
Ahem. Things kind of got out of hand…
I’m canning and freezing and dehydrating like a mad woman. Cucumbers, green beans, green peppers and three different kinds of tomatoes. Right now I’m making salsa and figured since my kitchen looks like a bomb went off anyway I might as can up some chicken stock while I’m at it. It’s boiling away on the back burner.
So that light at the end of the tunnel, that goal of sitting on my arse on a lazy summer day at the end of the semester. Not. Going. To happen.
It smells good here though.