It was a stressful week (well, not too very bad, but the impending Thursday night public speaking engagement had me a bit on edge), and it ended with a little mess at work that wasn't able to be cleared up, so Monday holds a bit of channeling Sherlock to get to the bottom of what exactly happened. I'm beating myself up a bit (what could I have done differently, why didn't I question things more; a bit of self-flagellation makes for a wonderfully enjoyable obsessing/re-constructing weekend, eh?).
Harleigh and Kasey ended their final week at camp and headed to Statesboro for friends' engagement party. They're due back here Sunday (I think). Waving them goodbye yesterday evening made me a bit (no, a lot) melancholy as school starts back August 20, and I'll be losing them both after a summer of Chateau Gahan filled with sun-kissed smiling faces, damp beach towels over chairbacks, camp knapsacks and shoes in piles at the front door, chatter and laughing . . . it was 10+ weeks of a summer soundtrack and movie-short I'd like to play over and over long after they're gone.
Slept in this morning until 10:30, made a pot of coffee and ate a bowl of Multi-Grain Cheerios, checked email and Instagram (such an enjoyable social media avenue; I find it less daunting to keep current — both reading and posting — than a blog), and watched a bit of the Olypmics. It's cloudy and rainy here in the ATL and I've created a basecamp in the craft room (probably one of the coziest nooks at Chateau Gahan). Giddy is curled up in the overstuffed chair, my little old-fashioned radio is playing the '80s, a pile of bills to be paid sets in front of me (not fun, but it feels good getting it out of the way), and the final cup of coffee of the day is down to its last sips.
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