How is ANY vacation? Too short, always. El Fiance is home safe and sound and I celebrated by taking nine days off work and attempting to make up for four months worth of insubstantial sleep. My poor bum spent entirely too much time planted on the seat of a motorcycle this past weekend when we took a trip to Branson, Missouri, and although I’ve finally recovered the use of both legs, the left cheek still gets a bit of a twinge here and there. (No, I never exaggerate for comedic/dramatic effect, why would you ask?) Now that vacation is over, I’m back to the grind and even though El Fiance is home now to help shoulder the load, it feels like there is MORE to do now that he’s here than there was when he was adding on to my “Honey do” list every other day via email. We’re getting ready to do a big House project, new windows, which will greatly help with our energy inefficiency. Lower electric bill? Yes, please. Add to that a bit of a promotion at work for me, and the hunt for a vehicle for my teenager – as well as the final two weeks of his junior year of high school – and it feels as if someone has suddenly set the clock so that the seconds tick by ten times faster than they should.

I’m playing phone tag with a woman at Bedford Camera. I finally took my camera and a lens in to be cleaned, something that was WAY overdue, and I’ve had a call saying that the lens is done and ready to be picked up. Then I had another call, which went to my voice mail, saying that it was Very Important that I call them back. So I called back, and no one who was there at the shop today knew why I’d been called, so they promised to leave a message for the original caller, who was supposed to go in to work today but who hasn’t called me. So, there’s that. I miss my camera muchly. I would have LOVED to have had it with me when we went to the Butterfly Palace on Saturday, but we had to settle for the camera on El Fiance’s cell phone. Not bad pics, but not as good as my camera would have gotten. *sniffle*

I’m contemplating a haircut, as well. My hair is down to the middle of my back and it’s in good condition and is pretty when I do something with it, but the recent humidity has made it almost unbearable to deal with; I feel like I might as well be trying to carry 50 pounds of runny mashed potatoes around on my head. I’m going back and forth between taking the usual route of having them give me back my bangs – which grow out far too quickly – and lop off about four or five inches, and going all the way with it and taking it up to my chin. I remain indecisive, and my hair continues to grow at what sometimes feels like a rate of a foot per second.

That would be  a result of the clock being set to run too quickly, I imagine.