The remnants of Hurricane Gustav are here. Not that it's anything like hurricane, but it's rain. It started all at once at 1 in the morning. Enough that I worried about the shingle problem we have (the problem stems from the fact that Mike is a son of a contractor: he knows how to do this stuff, but hates to and won't, but because he does know how to do it, he won't pay someone else...). But we seem ok. It has rained now for 11 hours straight. It makes me sleepy, but in a good way. Not like the heat from earlier this week. I don't want to escape life--I want to be cozy and watch movies with the girls.
I can do that today. Maeve's day off. But I'm scrubbing my kitchen instead because I spent the early morning at Ann's house talking about, among more important topics, housework. Coming home to the tidy-but-dirty kitchen was hideous. When that's done (probably another half hour or so), then I can curl up on the couch with the knitting for a while.
Tonight is Irish Dance: Intermediate Class for Sophia. So it's early dinner to get her there on time, since class isn't over till 8:15. Dang. But I feel like I'm falling into a schedule now. Perhaps that's why we call it fall.