I don’t know about you, but May kicked my trash.  I woke up on Friday with a sore throat and body aches, and I told myself all day that I was imagining things.  I survived Saturday with a lot of Advil, and then Sunday morning I finally succumbed to the inevitable.  I stayed home from church to get some extra rest, but the daggum dog out back barked incessantly while I tried unsuccessfully to sleep.  I lay there for an hour envisioning various silencing methods, including but not limited to BB guns and cyanide.  I eventually just got up and came downstairs and made a pot of coffee — a more constructive solution, although no where near as satisfying as those swirling through my achy head as I lay in bed.

The rest of the day was dicey, and I finally took 2 Alieve and went to bed at 7pm, aching from head to toe and shivering with cold chills.  But this morning I’m feeling MUCH improved.  I almost feel like myself again.  Not QUITE up to unwrapping that Shred video that has been beckoning from my kitchen counter for at least a week, but better.

So this morning I got up and checked my blog (What!? Isn’t that what everyone does first thing in the morning?) to find out that the date on a bunch of my posts had been mysteriously changed from May to June (meaning that they had been posted and now they were somehow scheduled to post on the same day but in June) AND they were suddenly marked as sticky posts.  I checked my post revisions (cool WordPress feature) and there was no record of any post revisions after the date they were originally posted, so that rules out some mystery hacker (not that the hackers of the world don’t have better things to do than mess with the date stamp on my blog posts.)  I’ve gone through and fixed them, and I’m hoping my brilliant blog administrator over at DSW will know EXACTLY what is wrong and how to prevent it from happening again.  Well, it doesn’t hurt to hope, does it?

At any rate, that is what is going on with me this fine Monday morning in June.  Yes, I said JUNE.  How did that happen?  Anyone want to take a gander?  Here in Yankeeland, our kids have a couple more weeks of school.  I know it seems barbaric to some of you for kids to go to school in June, but that’s how I feel about going to school in August.  We still start after Labor Day, which is how civilized people do school.  At any rate, that means my kids and I aren’t quite done yet.  I still have a slew of end-of-year parties and events on my calendar, although thank HEAVENS no “graduations” this year.  Whoever came up with the cockamamie idea for preschool and kindergarten graduations should be drawn and quartered, I’m just sayin’.

And now it’s time to make something of myself, as my mother used to say.  I hope you have a glorious Monday!