It’s June 30th!
The year’s half over.
Where’s it gone?
Seems like just yesterday we were celebrating a new year, glad the Mayans were wrong, and looking forward to a new season of DWTS.
There was so much I was going to do. The books still aren’t arranged by genre and author, the closet’s not cleaned out, the novel’s not finished, and my sock drawer is still a mess.
We’ve had scandal after scandal, murder after murder, political snafu after political snafu, it’s all just zipping by.
Seems like ‘after all , tomorrow’s another day’ isn’t just for Scarlett. We’re all putting things off, and time’s slipping away.
And if being behind on everything isn’t bad enough, Christmas is only 178 days away.