It’s summer…
Mornings: I write a book about two girls in a hotel in 1937.
Afternoons: My neighbors have an inflatable pool, and they’re friendly.
Evenings: I stay up later than I should. Often, with cold beer.
Things are good here, calm, and mostly not worth reporting. The most important thing, the thing I’m deeply aware of this summer, is how lucky I am to have such fun kids. And work that I love.
I’m not going anywhere, really. I’m not taking any real vacations. I’m not doing any big events. I’m just trying to keep the house a little bit clean, trying to eat more veggies. Trying to stay present, as I reach into the past…
Hope you’re good!