Too Busy for the Muse

Another summer. Another season at Interlochen. Another summer in heaven.

This summer, I am working the first four weeks, and I will be off the final two weeks. Because of this, I haven't had the time to find my muse...yet. People frequently ask what I do at Interlochen, and while it's not nearly as interesting as the kids' schedules and it varies once I'm not working (and improves considerably), I'll give a quick run down of my life at the moment:

6 a.m. Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast
7 a.m. Show up for work
Noon Catch lunch with the girls for a few minutes
3 p.m. Leave work, head home
3:15-5:00 Laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping
5:00-6:00 Eat dinner with the girls, watch a few minutes of TV
6:00-9:30 Attend concerts, go to the Cherry festival, participate in scavenger hunts, see Hamlet
9:30-10:30 Return home, write in journals, read scriptures, say prayers
10:30-11:30 Talk to John on the phone (if I'm still conscious)
11:30 p.m. Pass out and prepare to start everything all over again

As crazy as it sounds, I love this schedule! The girls and I are crazy busy every night, and every day too.

One little glitch this summer. A month before we came here, my hip starting hurting me. Nothing new, right? My body is completely falling apart, and I'll be grateful to be standing in ten years. I kept running on it and figured it would go away. Turns out, I can't ignore problems like that anymore. So, John convinced me to go to physical therapy. So, twice a week, I'm driving 30 minutes into Traverse City for physical therapy appointments. Grrrr.....

I am missing blogging, and writing letters, and communicating with those I love. However, I must admit that I just don't have a free moment to do it.

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