Long pants, long-sleeved shirts, socks…we must be back in Vermont. It feels like vacation is over. Funny how we had things to get done at the Florida house, but it still felt relaxed—like a vacation. As soon as we got back (about 1:30 p.m. on Monday), we were both, “OMG! So much to do! How will we ever get it all done? OMG! Where to start? Winter is coming.” Kind of ridiculous, actually. Mike went out to mow the lawn while I unpacked. I went grocery shopping. Two days without the computer on—87 posts to catch up on. This morning we were out raking and all the while I am itching to get at my sewing machine to finish up a project.
I once went to an educational conference where a doctor from Washington state was presenting a program on what brain research had to tell us about learning and, thereby, teaching. It was a good workshop, but I particularly remember her saying, “We on the west coast think that everybody in the northeast suffers from Attention Deficit-Hyperactivity Disorder.” I am feeling exactly like a red squirrel on too much Red Bull right now.
This is my face:
Two months and we will head back. Life is always slower in the sun.