Somehow, in spite of a major temper tantrum and threats of boarding school this morning, we managed to get all our work done early, and took the afternoon off to unwind at the beach. The girls splashed around in the slightly too cold, but perfectly clear, green water, while I sprawled under the chickee with On Writing Well. (One can always hope, no?)

You might have guessed they were homeschoolers when they played Three Musketeers, and argued about who got to be D'Artagnan and Porthos. Nobody wants to be Athos for some reason, and they always make their little sister, Aramis.

Dad comes back tomorrow, probably around noon, so that means we need to get an early start, otherwise Dad's distraction will throw us off course. Must...stay...on...course!

Six weeks to go.

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We nearly finished Harry Potter tonight; only one or two more chapters left. Our next read-aloud may be either Gulliver's Travels, Robinson Crusoe, or The Scarlet Pimpernel, I haven't decided yet...