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Dear Lord, June is almost half over!

You know that feeling when you've just begun the fastest, most hair on fire part of a roller coaster ride? And you're going at what feels like Mach 3 with your cheeks pressed into your cheekbones and your eyes watering and your hair flying straight back?

That's me, 24/7, these days.

It's not terrible, but I have to say, there are very few days when I don't wish for at least a few more hours just so I can catch up with myself!

Daughter was home, and that went super fast. She was here, she hung out with friends, she ate some good meals with her 'rents, she repacked her suitcase and she was g.o.n.e. She's back in RI now, training, working, being a pre-Junior in college....some days I want to BE her..ok, many days.

Son is planning to come home for a short visit in the near future, and I'm hoping to be able to spend a little quality (read NOT working or at school ALL the time) with him while he's here. Because once he's gone, we'll be apart til the holidays.

Hubby, GG, he's ...doing his Garden God thing. While I was away on business trip last weekend (to Vegas...my least favorite city on the planet..ahem), he planted a bunch of dahlias around our yard as a surprise. They look gorgeous- surrounding our Zen sitting area in the lower garden, and interspersed with other foliage in our whiskey barrels and other beds around the yard. Soooo beautiful, they are, the dahlias...

I am focusing on building our little company, still, and keeping up with and absorbing the grad school thing. I love it love it love it, but there is really no margin for error built in.

Right now, I have to be on. All the time. Or bad things happen in a hurry.

Happy June, everyone, and thank you for your ongoing support!!

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