We’re heading into the homestretch here, dudes.
Tomorrow is August 1, which means the summer is well and truly winding down towards its end. We’ve got 27 days until school starts and only 30 until college football blesses us with its first game of the season.
Even better, we’re starting to be able to see the slight downward slope that’s leading us toward cooler temperatures. Of course, considering how hot it’s been this summer, I’ll take cooler temperatures being in the high 80s and count myself lucky. It’s been a hot summer, is what I’m saying.
As the summer is winding down, I’m starting to gear back up.
Not only do we have to start shopping for back-to-school supplies for Hyper Lad, but we’ve got to begin getting Zippy the College Boy ready to head off to Wilmington. I’m sure this is going to be another wonderful experience, like it was when we sent Sarcasmo off last year.
Their mom is going to insist they have lots of necessities that no girl would dream of going to college without and they’re going to keep insisting that, hey, surprise, they’re not girls. And they don’t need more than two or three pair or shorts. Or any hangers. Or storage boxes, considering there’s a whole big floor right there to drop stuff onto.
Yeah, that’s a fun and enjoyable experience. Good thing I won’t be stuck in the middl– Oh, yeah. Right. Never mind.
Anyway. This is the time of the summer when I start feeling a little desperate. There’s only so many days left before school starts and I still have so much I want to do. And I’m not even a kid any more.
I feel like Phineas and Ferb, only without the bizarrely shaped heads and the affinity for large-scale mechanics. So much to do, so little time.
Which probably means I should get to it.