Molasses...honey...snails...slugs...time...

It's like an episode of the 100,000 Dollar Pyramid. And the answer is:

THINGS THAT MOVE SLOWLY.

Seriously. Could these last few weeks move much slower?

I haven't blogged lately for several reasons:

1. Three sets of house guests for three weeks. Loved 'em all.
2. Continuously trying to clean my house. It never ends.
3. The Boy's birthday party that went off without a hitch.
4. Still trying to kick anemia's butt and finding that it's kicking mine.
5. Four hours last Friday in the dentist chair. I don't want to talk about it.

And honestly, just watching the clock tick...t.h.i.s.s.l.o.w.l.y...

I don't have a date yet for Mike's return, but it's all I'm thinking about these days. I can tell you this much: three weeks from now, more than likely, my husband whom I haven't laid eyes on in 8 months and 10 days will be with me again. It's like that line from a Fighting Gravity song that keeps playing through my head:

Why do days just creep along when times flies by so fast?