I could tell you about the sand which always finds its way into my sheets this time of year and which is causing my hips to develop callouses.
I could tell you that yesterday I had to call Webkinz on the phone to tell them that Lily's Zap Mazin' Hamster was a Twilight Mazin' Hamster. It was the most pathetic phone call I have ever made.
"Webkinz Customer Support! My name is Daisy, How may I help you?"
"Well, yesterday my daughter, username Puggypusball2010, bought a virtual Zap Mazin' hamster at the E-Store but when she entered the code it came up as a Twilight Mazin' Hamster and now she's crying."
"I'm sorry to hear that Ma'am. We've been having some trouble with our virtual hamsters. Please give me your phone number and I'll call you back tomorrow with a new code for the correct hamster."
They never called me back, which means that I have to call back tomorrow and have the same conversation all over again. It seemed like the kind of solution which was doomed to fail.
The most important thing you need to know is that the novelty of summer has worn off. Last night the kids were up until 10pm for no good reason and then we all slept until 9am. Well, everyone except for Lily who slept until 9:30.
It goes without saying that the nuns never slept so late.
It just feels so wrong. So sinful. We have no commitments to keep. No camp to attend. Nothing but the yawning mouth of summer before us.
The whole thing had me feeling very crabby today so I tried to be productive and shake myself out of it.
Our porch has been bothering me lately. We have a coat rack out there which has turned into a great hulking beast of outerwear. Something had to be done.
In order to remove the coat rack I had to engage in suburban archeology and painstakingly remove three seasons worth of outerwear. The first layer was raincoats and sweatshirts. Next was mid-weight coats. Finally, I arrived at snow pants- still muddy from the last snowstorm of winter.
After the coat rack was out I tackled a pile of deep detritus consisting of dog hair, cat hair, sand, crumpled leaves and gum wrappers.
Once the area was all cleaned out I installed a red shelf that I found a few months ago in my junk travels and a row of hooks. Finally, I moved a storage chest from one of last summer's junk escapades underneath.
It's so much lovelier now.
I'm sorry to say that being productive did not cure my malaise completely, though it did make me tired and sweaty.
But I was raised to know that tired and sweaty are the product of virtuous endeavors and are an appropriate penance for the sin of sloth.