A litlte busy over here. In a good way. Time is flying with the visitors. That always happens, what with the walking and the scenic outings and the outrageous conversation. Lots of activity and laughing and then I drop into bed at night and pass out cold. Mysteriously, I cannot sleep past 7:45 am anymore. Even on a Sunday.
Also, the sun just came out.
And tomorrow I have a midterm I have to study for.
Ironic, after three consecutive days of cold and rain.
Good Luck on the midterm! I wake up at 7:30am now, no matter what, maybe its mothers instinct?
You rock my world btw, I stayed up late reading and speaking (or trying to remember) Arabic. It would just be easier to take you with me to my next middle east assignment, n'est pas?