I wish I had something insightful to write about.  I kind of wish I could at least say that I’ve been pondering a lot of deep, spiritual things.  The reality is, though, that my brain is in a fog right now…and has been for a while.  I can barely think hard enough to figure out dinner most days, much less carry any train of thought long enough for tackling issues that I might otherwise find engaging.  So, instead of being thought-provoking, I will tell you about life.

I am very thankful for the chill outside today.  It is refreshing, and quite convenient considering the soup I have simmering for dinner that used up many really-needing-to-be-used vegetables.  I am a cool weather person by nature, anyway, and especially so after the hot, humid weather we’ve had recently.

My garden is quite weed-infested.  It’s ugly and discouraging to me.  BUT, most of my vegetable plants seem to be doing well…except perhaps for those that I planted too late for the cool weather they prefer.  My compost-pile pumpkin and tomato plants are huge, with blossoms everywhere.  As much as the weeds bother me, weeding at this point makes me dizzy and exhausted after about five minutes, so I’m trying to just be thankful that plants are growing in spite of me, and hope for the best.

I have gotten very little (read: nothing) done in preparation for the baby that will be joining us in about 2 months.  I realize this, have a moment of panic that things need doing, then lose the realization and the panic in the cloud that is my brain.  This doesn’t bode well for productivity.  In all seriousness, I’m praying God will give me a sound mind.  My “pregnancy brain” has never been this bad before.

I’m anxious about the prospect of starting school with my kids in a few weeks.  I feel unprepared and scattered and like we haven’t managed to find any routine for the rest of life that would make home-life manageable with school work added in.  I definitely need grace.  A good night’s sleep (or two, or three…) might not hurt, either.

We have our camper up for sale…again.  Getting it sold would be a huge stress-reliever around here.

House projects are slow.  I’ve pretty much lost hope for a bathroom remodel happening before the baby comes.  For now, I would be happy to have level floors and safe wiring for some of the outlets and switches we have had to turn off (for instance, I would really love to have a bathroom light again).  I’m hoping those are do-able goals.

Well, my brain is about to quit on me, so that’s about all I’ll write for now.