Summer!

                It’s here.  I can’t tell you how many days I’ve thought about being done with school.  I dread it and dream about it with equal enthusiasm, because there is nothing harder than starting a new school year with a bunch of strangers.  I like the familiarity I’ve built over nine months, and I have to chuck it at the beginning of every school year. 

                Whatever … it is what it is.  They move on.  I’d like a nice, cleansing fire at the end of every year – participation required. 

                Here’s the thing:  I had a million things to say before I logged on to this web site, and now I don’t give a shit about anything I had to say.  What I have to say is irrelevant.  I could write about not having a husband who gives a shit or about the vegetable garden I planted yesterday or about the fact that it’s 10:10 and I just made a wish, but no one gives a shit.  So neither do I.