I haven't forgotten the other 4 boring projects I assigned myself. Now that my computer is six feet under, I have shifted to S.'s side of the desk and am forced to stare at the horribly messy bookshelf that was once at my back. It's just about spilling over with a metric ton of crap ranging from plastic bins full of pennies to cast-off CD liner notes (Jagged Little Pill, anyone?), and I'm pretty sure that whipping it all into some kind of shape will be my next endeavor.

Not today, though ... today's my first toe back in the pool, some more Margaret Wise Brown, and another experimental dinner. Summer's end is staring me down, but for just a little while longer I can still pull the floppy hat over my eyes and ignore it.