Can’t even put my finger on why. Well, actually, I can: the kids have less than a month left of school. They grow… restless.
And I guess I grow restless, too. The idea of not having to wake up at 6:30 AM every morning? Bliss. Almost as much as not having to give impromptu explanations of sixth-grade math because I went into English literature on the understanding that there was to be no math. And certainly no spreadsheets: so many, many spreadsheets. How did people survive, before them?