Not sure I’m ready for what looks to be a fast-paced August, but I sure was ready for July to be over and done with. It was a long month. Lots of stressful stuff going on, most of which I had no control over. Stuff that in some way or another could or will impact my life. Not necessarily or even probably in a bad way, just in the “gotta wait for this to happen before that can be done” way.
So I took the first weekend of August for some much needed R&R and stress relief. It was a great weekend. Much too short, though. Aren’t weekends always?