Would you believe it? I am home, alone. There’s a cool breeze drifting through the house. It’s cloudy. For the first time in months, my schedule is back down to manageable. No one is going out of town. Nothing is due to an editor. No conferences. No unexpected crises. My foreseeable future involves planting some cucumber plants and a giving a presentation I know like the back of my hand. This is a day of recuperation and I feel like I’m nailing it.
As an aside, do your houses also echo with happy baby shrieks even when the baby isn’t there? This is an excellent day.