I feel as if I have been mentally asleep to real life. Not that I got any sleep during that week, but I cannot get my life back in order today. I'm still working on the laundry, as always.
Strawberry Days is a thing of the past this year, and in another 51 weeks, it will occur again--with or without me (I haven't decided yet). Six full days--I missed the Concert in the Park event on Sunday afternoon. My bad. Nearly 3000 photos, a sun burn, and three days in a row in the same stinky sweaty shirt and I am done.
I turned in my photo CDs today to the committee gal that puts them on the city's web page, and to the local newspaper man who may or may not use what I took--but I told him he was welcome to whatever I shot that worked for them. I'll let you know if they end up in the paper.
And for my finishing achievement, dinner tonight will the the roast that I put in the pressure cooker--but that malfunctioned and turned itself off without enough time to re-cook for Father's Day dinner last night. So Father's Day dinner has been in the crock pot on low since last night. Genius Golfer got eggs, bacon, and hash browns for his Father's Day feast.
I'm hoping to regroup and recharge tonight and get the rest I need to get it together tomorrow. I'll need it tomorrow. Sister is headed back to court about custody issues with her boys, and I'm going for moral support. I just keep reminding myself, "at least I don't live it every day". I can go for moral support--if I can get my head screwed on straight.
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