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Too Busy for the Muse

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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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