Sounds of Summer

I'm on the second full day of my kids at camp. What have I accomplished? Some. Not much. Is my bedroom beautifully painted? The can hasn't even been stirred. I have found that I'm pi-tiling. My mother-in-law loved that word. You know doing a little of this, a little of that, not much big but something.

I feel my toes are kind of peeking over the edge of what is to be the "poor me" thinking about to start in my brain. Not sure why. I doubt I would be very productive if the kids were home. I think it's because the task seems big.

I just need to push myself away from this computer and just begin.

So, here I go....