Where did the summer go? I was just getting set to blog on how baggage handlers stole 150$ worth of plamobil from my suitcase on the way to Canada — more fool me for putting it in a ziplock bag — when I see it’s time to start packing to go back to California. Maybe it’s because it rained the whole summer. Time passes strangely in the rain. I always feel like I’m waiting for something.
Whatever it is, I’ve certainly been a little out-of-it the past few weeks. This morning, for instance, I got to the supermarket, pulled out my list, and noticed that one of the five items I’d written down to buy was “shopping.”