The kids are at school. The dog keeps trying to sniff them out and, when she can’t find them, casts decidedly accusing glances in my direction. I shudder to think what she fears I’ve done with them.
Now that the house is empty of all but furry domesticated creatures during the day, I’m going to try dictating into the recorder again, like Alison’s been doing. I’m still fairly uncomfortable with the method, which makes me speak slower, which inexplicably causes a rather strong and annoying southern accent to overwhelm my dictation. Since I only lived in Missouri for…less than two years, it’s also a rather atrocious southern accent.
I reckon I aim to persevere, y’all. The den/office and the model train room both need insulation and new windows before it gets wicked cold, so I’ll be boxing everything up in addition to the normal running around. Writing on the move is about to become a must.
Now I’m off to do some errands unencumbered by children. You’d think I’d be happier about it. It was a little depressing how excited they were to hit the road this morning, though. I am, apparently, a rather boring person to spend the summer with.