I'm Feeling...Transitional

You've caught me in a perfect state of limbo, the great in-between. School starts next week, and yesterday we got locker assignments, so it's no longer summer but it's not school yet either. I've just finished up a big project for work and won't be able to bring myself to look at the next one until tomorrow...at the earliest. Yesterday I finished reading a great book (On the Jellicoe Road) and I want to let it simmer a bit before jumping into the next one.  I've taken my latest writing projects as far as they can go for the moment---wrote & submitted a short story and signed a contract for my next novel (Yay!)---and I'm taking August off from writing to decide what to work on next. Plus all the familial birthdays and celebrations are past, so there are no parties to plan for a good few months...

I'm not used to not being squashed under twenty bazillion things to do so this feels very odd.  But I don't want to start into anything big because come next week, at least nineteen of those bazillion things will be once again upon me. So...maybe...maybe I'll just start by doing the dishes and go from there. I suppose after that I could have a workout, and the garden could use a little love.  Oh right, I never finished reading that Sherlock Holmes short story I started, and what about catching up w/ Dr. Who before the next season starts? Yikes, I should probably go to the store to buy the kids new folders & pencils & stuff, eh? Well, what am I sitting here for when I've got all these things to do??