Rough

I've been pretty consistently waking up in a funk since I've been back. I couldn't say why. Reading helps, as does writing, and as such the notebook I began at the end of May is almost full--it makes me feel productive to be creating something. I think I feel very anxious to return to the pressure-cooker of Wellesley (albeit an often-wonderful and not-to-be-taken-for-granted pressure-cooker).
Oh, and I haven't checked my e-mail in about two-and-a-half months (or used a computer since I've been home), so that's going to be a rather daunting Internet experience, one that I've entirely harvested for myself.
But now that I've done a bit of whining, I'm going to go enjoy the rest of my summer.
(And the attached cell-phone photo is from Walnut Grove Cemetery in Parkville. It's a particularly peaceful place.)