I think its safe to say my Project 365 has finally croaked. Actually, it bit the dust weeks ago, but I’m now finally able to admit it. Since I’m like three weeks behind with no desire whatsoever to catch up… I’m laying it to rest. Maybe next year I should take on a Project 12. Yeah, I think I could manage one photo a month.
I thought I was going to be hard pressed for projects during this deployment, but so far my to do list is growing faster than I can cross stuff off. Turns out this single parent thing takes more of my time than I thought it was going to… ha! Who am I kidding? It takes all my time.
Not that I mind, because if I could I’d spend every morning on a blanket beside the Chattahoochee, counting squirrels, discussing Beach Boys songs, and questing to find the biggest, bestest, awesomest rock.
By the way, we are something like a fourth of the way through this deployment. Which is both encouraging and somewhat devastating. Encouraging because that’s three months behind us, devastating because there are nine months ahead. And because the time so far has felt like a year.
But on the mornings I wake up and have a Can I be done yet?? moment, it helps to pile into the car and drive to the river, where I’m reminded that would I could fast-forward I’d miss an awful lot of awesome rocks.