Today I am hanging out at home with two under-school-aged children for the last time. Tomorrow I work; the next day we leave for 10 days’ vacation with my family; after that kindergarten starts and life gets whirled up into something completely different.
Today also marks the more or less anniversary of the beginning of my pregnancy with May. Which means I have now been pregnant, lactating, or both, continuously for six years. (Though not much lactating these days.)
Also, new and exciting writing developments are afoot and as a result I am about as optimistic and excited as I’ve ever been about the coming of fall and winter. Wheee!