another late night reading diana gabaldon. I woke up with the sun in my eyes and after dinner mints crushed into my sheets. the bag had fallen off my makeshift nightstand in a torrent of pastel. after dinner mints are extremely unforgiving. I'll be finding them in my bed and in my purse for a month.

today is my first day off in a week. I'm celebrating with six loads of laundry and chicken caesar salad. I'm trudging along in my packing, but it's not the dirge pace of last summer, because I'm actually looking forward to this year.

dad's on the phone with the bursar's office now, declaring "I need to pay my daughter's debt to society."
I'll miss that sparkling wit.

my mother, however, is still trying to bargain with me for ownership of my printer/scanner/copier.




aimee, I hope you're ok up there in salem, all by yourself. but I'm sure you're drinking tea and listening to jamie cullum and having a marvelous time. and I'd love to go to the park with you.




and, miles, I am so proud of you.

ash @ 10:09 AM