Lucy and I are leaving early to go to Vermont for the day. We have dental appointments and will do a little back-to-school shopping for her afterward. This summer has been such a tiring, sweaty push that driving four hours round-trip in the car to visit the dentist feels like a vacation.
It now appears that the sale of the house to which we would be moving — if we move — may not happen until September 9, after my teaching year has started, and the very day I have to return Lucy to school in New Hampshire. The good home I had found for my cow Dorrie has fallen through. I have only two more weeks of potential work days with Kyle. I am trying not to panic.
Today, I will enjoy my day with my girl.