Shakespeare Club performance of scenes from Twelfth Night. (A smashing success.)
Father’s Day. (Mellow and nice.)
Sick kids. (Bummer.)
Travel plans to make. (Frazzling.)
And the library’s digital copy of All Clear, for which I waited in a months-long queue, is going to vanish from my phone in three days, and I haven’t read Blackout yet, even though I have both paper and digital copies, because I didn’t want to be left in suspense and that All Clear queue was so durn long… (First-world problem.)
In a blink, August disappears.
Catching Up, Catching My Breath