Thursday, August 31, 2006

...wait, where'd this month, and by extension, the summer go?

Ah well. Shake-ups at work, good and bad, and shake-ups in life, good to middling.

Jelly-making tonight, seeing my Slovak brother over the weekend, some decompression time at my mother's next week, and then Nate's up for my birthday.

Life could be worse, ebbing growing season or no.



Agnes said...

wait, when were you supposed to get that operation done?
And I know I'm a day early, but van harte gefeliciteerd anyway! ;)

santoritimes said...

In lieu of mangling a foreign language, Happy Birthday.

24 is the highest number.