But here's the thing. I have been running non-stop for at least three weeks, if not much, much longer -- suddenly, I have nothing I have to do from now until 11:15 tomorrow. Granted, I'll be sleeping for eight hours of that time, possibly a bit more. But that still leaves five (5!) unaccounted-for hours. What? Could it be -- the beginning of summer?
There is lots to do in summer, of course. Books to read, gardening, a basement and garage to sort out. A book to write. But none of it has the press of immediacy to it that the last long stretch has had. I feel like I've just been racing from almost-crisis to almost-crisis. Time to slow down and breathe.