All's quiet
I haven't been testing my limits much lately beyond doing some knitting and reading, as well as making my usual efforts to make sure the house doesn't reach the stage of being condemned. Although I was sad to see the free-wheeling months of summer vacation come to an end, I have to confess I've welcomed the structure that Dave and Henry's school schedule brings to our lives. I don't like getting up at 6:30, but it's not terrible because we have to get off to a running start in order to get breakfast into the young man in a timely manner before heading out the door to catch the bus. Later in the day, dinner has to be ready at 5:30 or the evening bedtime schedule gets thrown out the window both for the kids and the adults, and that always results in a somewhat dazed morning. Since Dave gets home around 5:30, I've been making dinner far more often than I did in the summer, when it was easy to talk for an hour about making something then ultimately deciding to just eat out. Sometimes it's nice to let your schedule dictate how things have to be and to revel in not having to think, instead just having to do.