I love a morning where there is time to wake up slowly.
A morning when I can take take a shower at my leisure and come out of the bathroom to the smell of espresso waiting for me.
I might be able to hear bickering voices upstairs, but I'm not listening closely enough to notice.
My brain has been filled with all the leafblower sounds of change.
That rough, all most chainsaw noise of things ending and beginning makes details hard to catch. I keep missing little things, invitations that need RSVP-ing, scheduling snafus, conversations that start but don't finish. My mind is busy, but a little sloppier than I like.
The summer is filling itself up with adventures that I will share as they happen. I'm going to try some new things this summer; teaching a few baking classes for kids, leaving the month of July largely unscheduled, and taking Little e with me to Victoria for the annual Nay-Nay pick up.
It is quite strange to see July, stretched out white and empty, sandwiched between the limbo contest that is June and the patchwork that is August. It looks as if the pages of my calendar were stuck together, and I missed July altogether, and only populated the months on either side with events.
While I try to catch up on the details, I'm going to take a wee blogging break this holiday weekend. My posts have been sporadic of late, and not as fluid as I would like. Perhaps next week will be better.
Go hug a veteran, and take a moment to pause on Monday!