I’m hiding out at my favorite spot, the library. Snuck in a Starbuck's, too. A little over four hours and counting until Emily is done with school for the year. Luke finished yesterday. Joey finished classes two weeks ago. My mind is just fried. I honestly don’t remember a time in my life being as busy as I’ve been the past few weeks. Back in April, I knew what was coming. I planned, made lists, shopped ahead. I really thought I had it under control. And I guess I did because so far everything has gone off without a hitch – although we still have Joe’s Eagle ceremony tonight, but I’m confident that it too will be fine. I put together some table decorations last night, finished the scrapbook yesterday afternoon. Later this afternoon, we'll head over to the church to set up tables, decorate and then pick up the deli trays. He is printing up the programs this morning -- nothing like waiting til the last minute. It's a family trait. In the course of the past week we've celebrated a high school graduation, a birthday, a confirmation, a 5th grade graduation/end of the year activities, an Eagle ceremony, and we are preparing for an exchange student who will arrive on Friday. Not to mention that baseball and softball seasons started for Luke, Em and Dan! Needless to say, our plans for listing the house have been put on hold for a few weeks. Until things get back to "normal", whatever that is. What I would really like right now is to check out a Debbie Macomber book, curl up on the lounge chair on the back porch and just get lost in it. I especially love the early morning hours in the summer. Last year, I kept my little prayer basket on the back porch and it held everything I needed – journal, extra reading glasses, pens, books, even a candle. The kids would sleep in, sometimes I'd stay in my pajamas until nine o'clock and just enjoy the early hours of the day, drinking coffee, reading and writing. How I look forward to that time again! I'm off to find a good book -- probably a Debbie Macomber. I can never remember which ones I've read. But the nice thing about my spacey memory is that I can re-read books and enjoy them all over again.