Oh! There is a blog under all that dust. It was hard to tell under all that not-writing that was going on. . .
It's August. Which means we are now one month from opening day of our Festival.* Paperwork is finally coming in. Final preparations are being made. And to use a colloquialism my Grandma Joy would have used: I'm up to my ass in alligators.
Needless to say, I've had little time for blogging. And it will only get worse as we get closer to opening day. I will try to pop on at least once a week with an update, but for now, that's the best I can hope for. Because that roller coaster I talked about all those months ago?
We're heading through the crazy-fast loop-the-loops and hairpin turns before we screech in to the station in one month.
I'm going to have whip lash. . .
*Quiet panic attack in the corner as this hits home.