Then the Little League World Series happened and cut into my plans to enjoy the afternoon at the beach. Although Jackie Robinson West put up a fight, their last inning wasn't enough and they went down 8-4.
The Bernadettes played their oldies and I relaxed a bit, but then my mind was on Big Brother. Donny's loss crushed me because I'm always for the underdog and I love the mischief of foiling an egotistical plot. It's good for the Detonators, but the better game play is when everything turns in a new direction. Fudge.
But it's Monday. I am looking at the clocks and seeing the year-end report due to the National Writing Project and those pesky, pesky writing projects that need also to be submitted.
I am wishing myself luck. I got this.