It’s the first Monday of summer break. Again it’s a rainy soupy mess outside. My daughter has already decided that she’s bored. There’s not much to do around here that’s inside. Most of the touristy places are outside, and they cost money, something I do not have a lot of. So we are again relegated to the house, trying to figure out something fun to do. Slightly upset by a few things going on here, but I have to just keep telling myself it’s a 17 more weeks. I always thought it was unwise to wish time away, because you can never get it back, but I find myself wishing more and more time away, and I don’t really want these 6 months back. I want them gone, and to move on with my life.