The last two weeks or so every spare minute I have slept. I wasn't ill just -- assimilating. Needed the dream time more than a nap. My sleep debt had more to do with the mental refueling I was lacking.
So I am back from yonder. Have gotten very little done, as you can imagine, with all that sleeping. SO my consulting project is on hiatus, only a few job apps have been sent. But I bought a used bike and a kid's seat. Soon Olivia and I will be cruising Alameda, the wind in our faces. Already my feet have tan lines from the various sandals I wear. Feels like summer from my childhood in CT when the biggest thing on my daily agenda was determining high tide so I could plan my beach excursion.
I have been making a conscious effort to provide summer to my 16-month old daughter. Bought a watermelon and we ate it out on the patio, the two of us drippy and messy with watermelon juice. Ate summer corn from the Farmer's Market and ice cream from Tucker's. Went to the beach and let the waves catch our feet. Washed those same dirty feet before turning in to bed that night. Simple pleasures.
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