Some days are better than others.
Yesterday was a very fulfilling day. For once, I was glad it rained ("What do you call two days of rain in Portland?" "The weekend."). We've had a gorgeous June so far (want proof? go to flickr and see my camping pictures!) so I can't begrudge a day of rain. Moreover, I'd promised myself that THIS was the weekend to clean the basement.
And oh, did I.
Other reasons I have to be happy:
It's nine school days till summer.
Nine.
The sun's out today.
Andrew's nearly done with his book. Three chapters left and then I get to see my husband again! At least until his revisions are due.
Did I mention it's nine days til summer? Okay, technically, I suppose, it's like 11 days, but really, weekends don't count. And nine sounds so much smaller.
Nine. 9. neuf. divyet. nueve. 9.
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