Foggy. Ish.

Brain is foggy this morning... I found out that the dot, dot, dot (...) thing I like to do is called ellipses. Thank you, Melinda, for your genius English punctuation knowledge. Now all of us can feel smart. You can even say it in a sentence today (something smart like, "she really overuses her ellipses... it's very juvenile"). The word "juvenile" is also a good word to use as a grown-up insult to someone. Of course, you shall not refer that to me. I do not overuse ellipses... Or is it 'the' ellipses. My guess? Average people do not remember that (...) is called (an) ellipses. You can just throw that word out there for fun. And to make people think you're smart.

It's raining outside. I'm all ready to run and I hear the rain. I checked for rain at 4:50, before I dressed for running. Now it's 5:10, I'm ready to go, my partner is not here-probably because it's raining. I know what you're thinking: "Hello genius... take OFF your running clothes and get back into your nice, cool-sheeted-dark-bedroom-warm-husband-bed." Well, I would, but I'm dressed now, so I'm wide awake and will not be able to sleep. I will make coffee and chitty chat with you. Well, in a bloggy sort-of way.

I miss blogging. I do not miss obsessing over the computer. For example: load dishwasher: check e-mail, change load of laundry: check Facebook, run vacuum: check Bloglines to see who has blogged since 10 minutes has passed since the last time I checked. The computer is in the kitchen, so it's always available. And usually though I only intend to "check" things, I end up sitting down and doing stuff for about 5 or 10 minutes. Corin asked me the other day, "Mommy, is blogging your favorite thing in the world?" No, dear eldest, who puts "in the world" at the end of every question that he states, it is just that Mommy's priority list is out of whack. It's hard to admit that to the children. Especially when they're big enough to notice. I hate sin.

This weekend we're coming to Birmingham. Whirl-wind trip. Whirl-ish-wind-ish. I like to add "ish" to the of words. It gives it a vague-ish feeling. Anyway, I'm excited, but wish I could stay for a week (at least) to visit everybody. I know we will just get a glimpse of friends and not enough to satisfy me. Though, we will be attending Community Presbyterian and I will boo hoo with the familiarity of it. I cannot wait to hear Stokes, Connie, Adam, Jesse, Wayne, and Lincoln go to town (they are the musicians at our church). We're staying with the Mitchells. Hope to see everyone, but I know I won't. Pooh.

Though I speak of books every time I blog, I must speak of Jane Eyre again. It is simply this: one of the BEST BOOKS I'VE EVER READ. EVER. If you have never considered it as a book you may want to read, get it. It's written in first person, like a diary. She's very human and plainly shows her struggle with her own self. I identify with her and long to know her, though she is fiction. It's wonderful.

Time has elapsed enough for me to get busy with the hustle bustle of Monday morning. This is a picture my mother-in-law took of me and the boys on our first day of school Friday. The boys wanted to wear their school t-shirts. Silas wanted to wear it again today. He was up at 5:15, along with the other two, excited about school. Today is Felix's first day of preschool. My baby!