A good first day of classes, a smiley bunch of freshmen--and we came home to a repainted and finished ceiling, which meant I got to change out of my polka-dotted dress and rearrange all the furniture back to its mostly rightful place. And now it is the evening, and the sweat has nearly dried, and I am eating a bowl of cold potato salad sprawled in front of a box fan.
It's almost enough to make me overlook the fact that the sun has already set. At 8:37. GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, SUMMER. I AIN'T DONE WITH YOU YET.
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