This summer's felt like an obstacle course. My main client declared bankruptcy (though they did end up paying me, much to my shock); my brain decided to have a seizure for no apparent reason (though I'm fine); my mother-in-law moved to Chicago to be closer to us (which is ultimately a good thing, but moving is always a nightmare, whether it's assembling the fiendish flat-pack furniture or having the poor kitty poop on itself three hours into the 10-hour drive.) And, less dramatically, my son isn't in school, which means a week-by-week improvisatory stumble as we try to figure out what to do with him.
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