It seems like I've been in a weird time warp, where things are folding all over themselves.  First of all, spring came and went in a blink because I was out of town for half of it.  Then it seemed like the end of the schoolyear jumped on me suddenly because we missed so much of it that I wasn't ready for it.  At the exact same time, it seemed like the longest school year ever because Zack's last day was the twelfth of June, which is simply insane.  Who ever heard of staying in school until the middle of June?  So now, Zack has been out for two days and Josie will have been out for a week tomorrow and I can't believe how quickly I've slipped into the summer vacation mind set.  School?  I vaguely remember something called school.

I love it.  It's after eight and the sun is still floating over the smokestack of the school across the street. 

 

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