We’re on the cusp of normalcy here. The house is still rather chaotic, both from the usual summer accumulation and from this year’s special transitional chaos. I’m still needing to adjust my workspace and schedule. We had dinner at 8:30 last night, and there is still a catch as catch can aspect to the food. I haven’t gotten back to the gym yet and my car is still on the sick list, so I won’t make it to the gym today, either. All the various issues I listed a while back are still percolating.

But I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The Master Chorale is singing Rutter and Messiah this fall, so I think I will probably join them. I intend to return to the Tuesday class — it’s beginning in a couple of weeks. We are still in discussion about the Wednesday afternoon marathon — that is, whether to continue the youth music or not, whether I’ll continue in Bible study, whether #1 daughter will come to choir with me, stuff like that.

The kids’ schedules are up in the air, and they are still working out transportation and parking and that sort of issue.

But September is on the horizon. The HGP begins August 26th. The heat should break soon. Hope springs eternal.