Sorry

I apparently am just a sporadic blogger at heart. Maybe it's that I only blog when I really feel the urge. Maybe it's just that my time is already overcommitted so I just don't get around to this very often. . . . Well, regardless, I do apologize. July was not the best of months in the history of me. There was a bad sunburn, and a nasty cold, and one of my books at work turned into an utter nightmare. Now I am just thanking the stars that July is over, and looking forward to having a happier, more productive August. So, without further ado, here are my August goals:

• finish editing my novel
• finish (re)learning the Debussy
• get my kitchen organized, and start on my bedroom
• get caught up at work
• read three books

There, that's not so bad, is it? I do also want to make it to the flea markets again this month. That hasn't happened since, oh, mid-June, I think. And there may be another beach trip in there, and I know there are a couple parties coming up, etc. So August will be packed full. How is it that the appeal of summer is those warm, lazy days at home, by yourself, where you do whatever you want, whenever you want, yet so few of those days actually happen?
Last night I talked to What-If Boy for a good half hour. And it was one of those perfectly comfortable, lovely conversations where we both laughed a lot, we talked about work, about family, about books and movies and just random things. It made me miss him. We used to be so close, and last night made me feel like we still are, even though we don't talk as often. It was really nice. Lately I've been rather anti-phone, but I'm glad I finally caught up with him.
I think I'll save the book reviews for next time, since I should get cracking on my pile of work today. Happy Wednesday!