So, yeah. Time flies when you're barely surviving.

Let's see... there's school, school, um... school, oh, yes! School. And school.

I think that just about sums it all up.

Well, except for the fact that I have my challenge of the lifetime this year.

A special ed person suggested that I was the one who needed a vacation retreat to the Bermuda--

Which was when I interrupted to ask, "Triangle?" Because that would just set this year in complete perspective.

(Of course, the person in question did not intend Triangle, but it seemed apropos.)

Relaxation has been escape by reading in bed. For about five to ten minutes until I fall asleep and start over again.

My mother's day card from the eldest arrived yesterday. It was last year's card.

His handwritten note (very much like something my brother Mike would make) made me burst into laughter: "Thank you for all your support. Child X."

I hadn't realized we'd made these donations to elect this one a child of ours.

The good news is after the house cleaning (which occurs after I prise two dead bodies from their beds and fill one of those with coffee), the middle child will be home.

For an entire night!

And the eldest is packing. He and friend will leave for California on Tuesday or Wednesday. (Not that we'll see him after he gets here. I believe he goes straight to camp and work. But he'll be closer.)

And then, in the warm-the-cockles-of-your-heart-story-of-the-week, I got a graduation announcement from an ex-kinder—who found me on the web two years ago and wrote to tell me that I had made the first connection for him in his career as a musician; I'd taught him that songs had various rhythms. (This would be because I played that one record where we moved like different animals in time to various musical pieces over and over.) He's going to grad school to become a HS music director. Needless to say, I'm very impressed with his progress, and I knew, knew! he'd go far.

The dead awake. Or that rat has grown immensely. Time to vanish.