Right now is one of those busy seasons of life. I thought summer would slow down a bit, I might have a chance to read a book or two, catch up on some scrapbooking, clean out a closet or two… but instead, I’ve been out of town nearly every weekend since the beginning of May, and I don’t think it gets much better until at least late July. Perhaps this fall will calm down a bit? I’m ready for a bit of peace and quiet… just a bit. I’m not asking for months, just… maybe a couple of weeks?
