August?!

Egads.

Surprising how the seasons sneak up on a mild-mannered, negligent blogette such as myself.

I am pleased to report there are five weeks left in the current administrative work contract and that, come September, I will be attending a fine Canadian educational establishment to learn the rigours of the publishing world.

*Confetti*

So, progress = yes. The months of reeling over what to do and where to go and how to focus myself are now resolving, at least a touch. I admit, the act of choosing and the commitment in the decision have offered a sort of calm. It is done. I am traveling toward that choice. Mmm, fresh start out of the ashes of this summer. Sheer brilliance, I tell you.

I have more to mull over in different facets, but those ramblings are best saved for another time and another place. As for blogging, I come prepared with topics for this week and with the hope I won't let another three-week stretch of silence mar this space.

So, until then, I will doff my hat and return to the last few chapters of Ray Bradbury's, From The Dust Returned.