I'm sitting here in Spanish, blinking at the clock. There's something wrong with it. I've been having clock hallucinations the past few days, when after an uncomfortable amount of watching, the second hand just seems to freeze, suspended somewhere between the four and the five. It must be summer.
I don't remember summer ever causing so many problems before. I can't sit still inside, and I hate working more than ever, because it usually means the evening is completely shot as far as sunlight or doing anything outdoors. I attempt to compromise on nights that I'm free, and do my homework outside. This works about half the time. The other half I get distracted or fall asleep, right there on the grass. And sometimes, if I'm really lucky, the twins will come out. There is nothing worse than the twins when you're trying to accomplish anything outside. They're nice boys, but three is a horrible age, and two--the age of their little brother--is worse. They run over the instant they see any one of their favorite neighbors exit the house, falling over themselves to get there first. When they finally get there, they compete to be the first one to construct a coherent sentence.
Twin one will start. "We--we--we--we--just got back from a--" Twin two interupts. "We--we--we--it was a birthday party."
Twin one: "Yeah. A--a bowling birthday... party."
Questions would at this time seem polite, but we've learned not to bother. The twins will continue talking without stopping as long as you let them.