Too much of a good thing.

Weston visited Donovan's School Wednesday to do some activities so the kindergarten teacher could see where some of the students were at developmentally.  I can't hardly stand it.  My youngest trundling off to school next fall.  God help us, and him.

This picture makes me ache.

Thankfully the sun has returned, and with it loads of warmth.  The boys are still enjoying the dirt in the front yard and they take a bath every day... sometimes two.  The student presentations are over now and it's time for evaluations and grading after my concert tomorrow.  I'm exhausted.

We did enjoy pie at the Inn today, and that was special.  But I'm still so sad about the low audiences.  Tonight it felt so hard in act two... they didn't seem to catch what we were saying.  Alas.

I missed playing with the boys as much as I'd have liked.  I had a meeting with the heads of education that went long.  I was full of a number of things that had been building up and it was good to be heard on these.  We got a few things sorted out and others identified, so now I must choose how best to use my time for the next while.  Should I write my Henry Wadsworth play and not much else?  Things like that.

So.  I'm writing when I should be washing my face and sleeping.  

I must sing soprano in the morning for church and I don't know how to get enough rest with all this gray in my hair... sigh.  I long for rest.

 I think we all got a bit too much sun today.  It shows on our noses and in our spirits.  We bask in the first warm day in a while and overdo it.  There can be too much of a good thing.