It's the end of the world

Or maybe just the end of the world as we know it. Since I last wrote, my daughter has graduated high school and our school year has finished.

So what does that mean? Well, first off, I get to come up with a great variety of creative reasons why I can't give them their grades. Usually, it's just because I haven't actually graded the tests yet, but I never say that, I prefer to make something up.

Worse than that, though, is the need to face everything that I've been needing to take care of for the last month or more. All I've done with even the most important of papers is to put them in a pile on my desk. The only way to get me to deal with any of them is to give me either a literal or figurative elbow to the ribs. Fortunately, the only kinds I've gotten are figurative, so I'm bruise-free, but I think there are a lot of bills sitting in that pile.

And then there's the whole summer thing. We're facing a summer leading up to us being empty-nesters. I don't really get that. Wouldn't an empty nest mean that we weren't there either? It's a mystery.

As for blogging, I know that I've not been particularly regular about posting, but I've been completely exhausted for the past month, and have somehow managed to keep things at least somewhat under control in spite of it. But now I will probably be able to get some sleep and have some time to write. I've had plenty of ideas. It just takes time and energy to write them down, and I've had neither. But it's summer time, and that's past. See you on the other side.