I was late, I was late, for a very important date - no time to say hello/goodbye, I was late, I was late, I was late!
No, really.
- survived my 10-day (8-day) biology course and finished with an A
- dug all my books out of their boxes and put them in the bookshelf, finally
- bought enough groceries for the next year (or at least the next two weeks)
- sold all of our textbooks from the fall semester on Amazon
- decided on a color theme for the nursery (I think?)
- washed the first big chunk of Theseus' clothes in preparation for his return
- planned out my classes for the fall (already registered for spring/summer)
- planned for the garden: # of plants, date to start seeds, planting dates, etc
- ate an entire loaf of bread before it went stale
- didn't collapse from brain-overload
If you are thinking that this list seems kind of wimpy (and that I shouldn't be patting myself on the back for, you know, basically just being alive), consider that the first item, securing an A in my biology course, nearly killed me. So then I limped along through the other items on the list, losing a couple fingers, a ear, a foot, here and there. The planning of my fall classes and the garden made me hemorrhage brain cells (<--- I had to look up how to spell "hemorrhage") to the point where I forgot how to operate a zipper.
By the time I got to the loaf of bread, I had barely enough energy to take off the twist-tie. But then I ate it, the entire loaf (ends and all), before it went stale. Not all in one sitting.
Well, I should go. I need to go make myself a medal for being so awesome.