In the midst of thunderstorms here, so I can actually listen to something other than the whirrrr of cicadas. Lots of rain and storms lately, which has made me quite cranky. Barometric pressure. Hey, it’s a reason.
Peter had his last exam today, in chemistry, which he for some unknown reason finds easy. He is now a free man. He is, as he often points out to me, an adult, being 18 years of age.
And as I, being his mother, then point out to him, HAH!
Much work done on the Joseph Campbell database. Might tell you about it sometime. (It’s a research project. I am not an insane fan or something.)
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