Patrick has gone to church without us. I am hacking and nose-blowing my way through the morning, relying on Ms. Tele Vision to be babysitter. Jack watches Disney froth, Virgil runs from couch to couch, bored out of his mind, and the cat is sprawled on the cool tiles in the back hall. She has the right idea.
I can’t wait for the cooling month of October. We’re wilting down here.
Along with my hair, my clothes, and my lovely potted plants that I dragged all the way here from North Carolina, my blogging inspiration is falling flat. Sorry. I hate to just throw out status updates, but the well has temporarily run dry. My old stand-bys just aren’t doing it for me. It’s hard to wax poetic on my love for my son when I just want him to take his hot sweaty little body OFF ME RIGHT NOW, go play, leave mama to blow her nose in peace. I lack the energy to search for pretty pictures of places I’ve lived for Five Environments. I Drink Your Milkshake is on temporary hiatus, although we will most likely be moving again, and I’ll probably revive it, ooh la la. I can’t have any more angst about whether or not I should go to law school, and now that I’m in it I don’t find it to be too terribly hard. I could bore you, as I do my husband, with stories about some of the outrageous cases we read . . . but, as I mentioned, it would bore you, so why waste the energy typing? We don’t have cable so I can’t discuss what’s on tv. Gawd. I’m not bored, but I sure am boring.
I’ll come up with something. Maybe we should turn down the AC a couple of degrees . . .