I've Been Wandering, Early and Late

I love that folk song. As a kid and teenager, I thought that as an adult I would be a wanderer, peripatetic, the sort of person who lived out of my suitcase. Of course, at 48, I am no nomad, and probably never will be. I like knowing where I am, what my schedule is, and fixing my environment to suit me, even if that environment is messy beyond belief.

My second vacation of the summer (I have one more, and I'm actually dreading it) just ended. I'm back from a trip to FoilMormor's with TG, DG, and NIQ in tow. LOS and NSLOS and LOS's dear husband (DH) also showed up. It was a great trip. I have more bug bites than any human being should have (New England summer weather), and a cold I haven't been able to shake for five days, but otherwise, all is well.

NIQ liked (as far as I can tell) New England and really liked FoilMormor. She was intimidated by Andover, Exeter, and St. Paul's, but really, that just shows she has a smidge of common sense. We didn't get to Groton, Choate, or any of the other deep pocket schools (Deerfield, Miss Porter's, Mercersberg Academy, etc.), but at least she got a taste, and if she feels up to applying, well, that's good.

I'm exhausted (sorry, Innana, but I am), recovering from the black death, or the worst cold I've had in a while, and about to collapse. Before I do that, CookieDear, I owe you an email and a phone call or three, and I'm thinking about you. Do call this weekend. Big hug. Don't do anything rash. Really, do feel free to call. Innana and I are both thinking of you.