My Summer Thus Far

I don't really know what to say mostly because it doesn't quite feel like summer has begun. I keep feeling like I'll realize that classes didn't end after all...Besides that awful feeling, I have been trying to make the most of my relaxing (yet intellectually stimulating) summer. I'm more than half way through "The English Patient," which I love. Its prose is just haunting, the images strong and unique but transitory. Sure, it's not quite one of those pink-covered chick lit books that you are supposed to read during the summer (while sipping on a cosmo or appletini, of course), but it's definitely my kind of read. Besides that Jamie, as you probably know, is in Amsterdam. Which leaves me alone at the apartment. I hardly am alone, ever, since my house in Omaha always has at least one family member hanging around. The first day I got pretty lonely, but now I see the perks to living alone. I don't have to do dishes diligently. I can leave my books scattered throughout the apartment.(Jamie, I bet you are having a heart attack as you read this--don't worry. The apartment will be spotless by your return!). Would I like to live alone permanently? No, but for right now it suits my mood.