Halcyon summer days

Except I never could remember how to pronounce that. But halcyon summer has hit in the busiest of ways.

This is going to be a quiet evening, as I only have to bake chocolate chip cookies (we are woefully out - I had to pack date bars [which is really breakfast food and hardly qualifies as dessert] in Michael's lunch this morning), pack Michael's lunch, fix supper, whip up a big pot of soup for supper tomorrow night (ensuring enough leftovers for lunches the rest of the week), call Verizon to straighten out a cell phone issue, and put away the laundry while Michael mows the lawn. Then after we eat supper we can change the sheets, run more laundry, make the bed, wash the dishes, and read more Narnia together before getting to sleep by nine sharp (since we still haven't caught up on our sleep from getting back from our Virginia weekend at TWO AM yesterday morning). This is going to be a breeze. Except that I forgot to take the butter out to soften, so I am absolutely stymied on the cookie front (experience has taught us that the texture turns out totally wrong if you dare to melt the butter instead of creaming it in), and I thought out my to-do list in such precision that to put it out of order would throw off my groove, so while I'm waiting for the butter to soften I might as well come in here and write about it.

Monica is such a riot. The compensations for having to work and wake up early every morning are (besides the money) getting to work with such great people. Today she came up to Crissy, sent her some secret signal, and ran off giggling fiendishly. Crissy then showed it to me, which I can't wait to teach my brothers: point to your eyes, point to the side of your head, point to the other person, hold your nose. Get it? Get it? It even rhymes! Running low on sleep and high on sugar (two cups of coffee this morning which were probably more than half sugar and cream to keep me awake), I couldn't stop laughing.

Well, actually, I have stopped by now, apparently. But it was very funny.