It turned out to be a long drop out. Since that last blog post, lots has happened, all good, all time-consuming, all mentally and/or physically taxing. We've had ultimate western championships (girls placed 5th, although if the Ultimate Deity had been with them for one thirty second period on the first day, it would have been 2nd or 3rd), ultimate state championships (one of the school's two teams took first), soccer, Annie's SATs (a triumph, thanks again, Kaplan), amazing academic turnarounds for Joe, a turbulent but finally triumphant second half of the semester for me, the end of my job at the hospital, and the start of my internship at the blood bank, Rob's aborted move to a new school, and the planting of a vegetable garden.
One thing kept coming back to me over the past month: I miss writing for fun. I'm spending a lot of time, lately, reading and editing research papers(I picked up an easy, if not lucrative, job editing scientific non-native English authors), and even more time writing for school, and it makes me miss thinking carefully about the sound of the words I'm choosing, what I want to talk about, how, and to whom all the more. So, at least for the summer, regular blogging is one of my goals. Secondary to that is blog reading. Apologies to friends who write beautiful prose un-read by me for months. I'll try to catch up, and more importantly stay on top of.
The other is getting back to running. Not a day goes by that I don't miss both the running and the being in shape. This semester (and most likely the coming fall semester) were just not conducive to doing anything but what had to get done THIS MINUTE, but I want to try to remember what it feels like to be a runner by late August, even if it's fleeting.