Isn't it supposed to be "lazy" summer days?
Well, if it's supposed to be, it hasn't been. I've had a couple more items on my plate lately: the local farmers market that I get to help with, Josiah's first birthday party (pictures soon!), Father's Day (also pictures forthcoming!), and more work than normal with organizing our little raw milk co-op. But mostly, it's been working on my thesis. I'm feeling totally overwhelmed/sick to my stomach/more hopeful about it lately, and I've been getting time to work on it when I go down to Paducah, KY to have my mother-in-law watch the kids. I have my first meeting with my thesis director next week for the first time in years, which is good and bad. Good because it means progress is being made. Bad because I have to meet with her in person, and there won't be time to look up in the dictionary the words and theories she brings up in conversation. She is crazy smart, and I feel like I can barely keep up with her email messages, much less an informed (supposedly, on my part) conversation face-to-face.
It was nice to be busy, at first. It made me feel a little more important than usual. Now I'm just tired. Is this how other people live during the entire year? Goodness. No thanks. I'll take a season, and that'll be plenty.
How are your summers progressing? It's going to be the 4th of July before we know it...