Technically, it’s not summer… yet. But there’s stone fruit at the produce market and swim team starts today, so I know it’s only a matter of time.
I’ve been thinking about a summer writing schedule, hatching a plan that involves me going to bed early shortly after Youngest, so I can get up early (really early) to write. Then Husband can put the Olders to bed a bit later. It’s a good idea in theory, but in practice I stayed up later than planned last night, still woke early, and fell asleep face down on my desk at 11:00 a.m. Oops. Still, I’m not ready to scrap the plan after just one less-than-successful attempt. Ever onward. I’ll let you know how it goes.
As we slide toward summer, there are one ka-jillion school events going on. I’ve managed to say no to most of them, while donating my time to the ones that feel easiest and/or most interesting to me. I keep reciting the list of things I’m already volunteering for in my head every time another volunteer request comes in. This small act has helped me to say no several times already.
My top priority this week is to get up to the city to see the Dutch masters before they leave town. In particular, I feel an existential need to lay my very own eyes on The Girl with a Pearl Earring. One must have one’s priorities. I shall report back.
May your slide toward summer be gentle.