i wear shorts and tank tops as much as i can hoping to delay the coming of cold weather.
i walk as much as i can, knowing that soon i won’t be so inspired to go outside. and really, that’s the only exercise i get everyday.
i play the piano a little bit more. i was told to. and now i’m remembering the joy the comes when it’s just me and the ivories.
i stay busy. i was also told to stop that. “loosen up your schedule.” i don’t have to zap fry my pop-tarts in the microwave yet, but it’s pretty bad.
i sit in a chair in the shade and look at people who i’m so glad are back in the area. they won’t always be here. but they are now. and i want to savor that.
i cut out joseph figures for 12 little people i’ll teach tomorrow. and the lovely thing? i love doing it.
i sit in my own sanctuary. a side porch. just me. a candle and a lamp. just me. crickets in the background. did i mention that it’s just me?