I've been working odd hours (2-10), it's kind of thrown me off my game more than I thought it would. Instead of mornings being gloriously productive, now they're difficult and never long enough. But I only have three more weeks of this schedule. Three more weeks... and then it's September. And then I have 22 days... 22 days and then I leave for England. This is turning out to be a huge whirlwind adventure. Larger and more stressful than I ever imagined.
Penny is still broken (I need to take her in) and I haven't had the motivation to leave or clean the house in the morning, let alone take photos. I've been trying to keep my instagram up to date. You can follow me here.
