What day is it?

We've been home from our travels for a week now. Seems like an eternity. But its been just seven days. Amazing how an unexpectedly busy week at work, combined with the realities of a family schedule - even one slowed by the summer - makes our time at the farm seem to be in the distant past. I have found myself actually a bit confused as to what month or date it actually is. Maybe its the various plans for events in August that have been happening, the discussions of Kindergarten with Madelyn (and the very exciting "practice run" on the school bus on Saturday!) Its still very strange, as we are in a time of year where I'm usually very aware of the date.

Indeed, generically, a time of year when most folks are very aware of the date. You see, my birthday is in less than a week. In many years, that day served as the day upon which all other things in July were based off of - something would be happening a week before or a few days after my birthday, rather than on the specific date indicated by the calendar. Not so this year. Maybe it is because I'm getting older & my birthday is becoming less of a celebration and more of an acknowledgement of the passing years.

I'm definitely slowing down & starting to get those aches and pains that one associates with getting old. I associate them more with having a desk job and a severe lack of motivation to get any exercise lately. But you get the idea. I'm sure there is little I could add to the volumes written about getting old that hasn't already been said, so I will suffice to leave the discussion at "I've noticed it"...

Certainly, I haven't been out chasing any chickens.