Back to School

Isn't it amazing how the mind works? What is it about Back to School that briefly fooled me into thinking it was fall? I actually drove around yesterday with the windows rolled down in some waking hallucination that it was a New England autumn. It wasn't until I saw the big laundromat thermometer advising that it was 93 degrees that I realized I had soaked through my shirt. When I glanced at my reflection in the rear-view mirror, I was sweating so much, you'd think my brain was crying out of my pores.

On the plus side, school has brought a sense of routine and purpose to the house. I actually crossed off some items from the huge "to-do" list--tedious stuff like filing/trashing piles of paper, unpacking a couple of the few remaining boxes, etc. As tedious as they were, they felt so satisfying when done and there was a clearer sense of order/less clutter too, which was also extremely satisfying. And I'm finally making a dent in this book I borrowed over 2 months ago:

Guess I'll never be too cool for school. Which is probably a good thing for me.