Between the festival style concerts in the scalding humidity, the 10 hours of driving this past Monday and picking up the Stix from Harvard each day this week, I am kind of running on fumes - pretty tired.
I have oodles of laundry piled up to be done and a litter box that's gone more than a day without a sifting. I have to get my ass in gear and get some rest ad get cooking.
My daughter is in film camp this week. When I picked her up last night, she mentioned that "tomorrow" (meaning today), she begins shooting her film and can't come up with an idea. I began by asking a few questions then threw out a few ideas and she decided that I am a genius :) Her film is going to revolve around the five stages of grief.
I think that's about all I have the strength to say right now. Good night!