I've been home for a while, sorta. I came home at the drop of a hat on the 9th, intending to stay until the 13th, but I'm still here. I've been enjoying myself at home, cooking nice food, enjoying Seattle, visiting old friends (Mireille, Jenna), and working in the yard. I helped Dad pressure-wash just about every stationary object on our property this weekend, planted a ton of plants (from forget-me-nots to blue butterfly delphiniums to blue star creeper to daylilies to bunchberry to very obscure and exotic ferns...yum).
My little brother graduates from high school tomorrow. Score.
I've been a little down lately, missing Semester at Sea, missing shaylith, warriorkimberly, and moontracks in Seattle, missing my family in Moscow, missing mountain_child all the time, and bluemoonshark is just nowhere to be found. Sigh. I also feel like I'm supposed to be doing something important, and I'm missing it. I don't know what it is, but it makes it hard to relax. I'm vaguely dissatisfied, and I don't like to be like that.
I also get tired at bedtime, but inexplicably stay up into the wee hours, then get cranky when I sleep too late the next morning. What's up with that?
If anybody is still reading my journal, it'd be nice to get a shout-out.
In other news, Peggy Lee makes me want to quit school and become a lounge singer. Jeez.