Back and alive

I returned from my little trip this evening. It was alright, my legs are bruised from crawling through an indoor kids play place (a totally awesome one that was totally worth every bit). Now I really am mottled. Heh.
Anywho, the family and I ended up visiting some national park and the zoo. Each was fairly enjoyable -I adored the zoo the most-- though it was horridly hot. What can one expect, though. Out of all the animals at the zoo, I think I liked the grizzly bears or the goats the best. Or maybe the giant, fat toads, which were appealing in their own way.
Well, tomorrow I have work again. My third day on the job and first weekday; from then on I start normally. It makes my heart hurt to think about. Maybe I'm just extraordinarily lazy or sentimental or something of that sort, but I hate the thought of working the rest of my life. Not to mention that just about every time I go I mess something up. I should be grateful for my job, but being such an awkward person can make it embarrassing with anything I do. Oh well, maybe I can do better tomorrow. Hopefully.
Summer's bell has rang. The bats and fireflies have returned.

-Mottled