I'm in a reading frenzy right now. I get this way every year a week before my summer hall pass is revoked. Fearing my time will be stolen or I'll be whipped after a tiring work day. To me it's like filling up the car when the needle is below the "e" line. I just wonder how long before my tank is emptied by the evils of tweens and teens wayward behaviors? I wonder.
Summer hall pass. A week more. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.
Will the bronze of my skin soon begin to fade? I am most certain it will. Sigh (some more).
Will the desire to read till midnight be halted? Most definitely. Sigh (yet even more).
Will a cocktail poolside in the afternoon, on weekday cease to exist? Afraid so! Sigh (remember to pace out sighs).
In the meantime I will savor every last bloody moment of the next six days. Because on the seventh day that blessed alarm will blast at 5:30am...feeling more like a twenty-one gun salute at a funeral than a calling to paradise.
Now if you please...I've got a tan to maintain and a tea to sip.