Blessed Breezes Swirling Around My Feet.

According to the news, we have Alaska to thank for the unseasonably cool and breezy weather we've been having this early June. So,

Thank You, Alaska!

I, for one, truly appreciate it. I'm sitting here in my chair, hot coffee at my fingertips and cool breezes swirling around my toes. This is a wonderful place to be.

KidFour returned last night for her last bit. She had signed up for SAT's here, so I gave permission for her to come up for those and for one last teacher visit. She'll be up in a little bit to get ready. Waffles for breakfast fuel, a stop on the way for an energy drink, then on to the city to the pertinent high school for the test.

I put her bed on Craigslist only to find most people wanted only a piece or two of it, instead of the entire mattress, box spring, frame arrangement. Then KidThree remembered that one of her uncles had just set up his own place after a domestic split and might be interested in the bed. She gave him a call, the result of which is that he is coming up this morning to pick it up.

This is a big thing because once that bed is out of KidThree's bedroom, I can move furniture around, something I am just itching to do. KidOne will be around later today specifically to help with getting KidThree's big bed moved. Then cleaning! And organizing! And accessibility!

Sorry, all that is what passes for excitement in my life these days.

KidTwo called yesterday to say hello. It is always so good to hear her voice. Living with her father is difficult in many ways, as his domestic situation is not entirely copacetic. It is a good growth experience for KidTwo to learn to deal with problematic people, but oh it is a sad thing that all there is not what it could be.

Just heard KidFour's alarm go off, which means I am off to the kitchen to wash dishes and cook waffles. Got to get her engine stoked but good, as she is NOT a morning person. I wonder what idiot thought testing teenagers at the crack of dawn was a good way to learn what all is in their heads? There is nothing in their heads that early except thoughts of their pillows.

Duty calls. At least I have my breezes.

A