I have so much to write about and yet I don’t know where to begin.
How do I priorize four weeks of great summer adventures and memories? How do I pick which life byte gets the top spot in this space?
My writing cup runneth over.
Above all else, I know for sure that time flies. I can hardly believe it is mid-August and that the sunset hour is falling ever closer to 8:30 p.m. from that day not so long ago when we had to wait until 10 p.m. for enough darkness to see the fireworks.