A Month Later…

Whoops.

Look, there are going to be false starts in this back-to-blogging-regularly thing. Approximately *checks notes* twenty-seven of them, if my math is correct.

Some of the stuff on the list of DOOM got done, most didn’t. We did go camping. It was wonderful. The child came home, other teenagers came to live with us, some of them left, now we are at only one (she’s not technically a teenager but “adult” or even “young adult” REALLY don’t fit…)

My summer is gone. Tomorrow my teachers come b...