Not many words tonight.
An alarm-wake up on a summer Saturday, made less painful by a day spent in the sun with my dear friend over at Music4Munchkins. Guiltily delicious summer holiday food, including a shared basket of salty French fries and thick milkshakes.
A blessing: spontaneous invitation from a 3 year old to attend his birf-day party next weekend.
Home to the shower off the sweat and sunscreen. A small triangle of angry pink skin where, apparently, I missed a spot. Soap and citrus lotion. Clean pyjamas by 7:30 pm. A puppy warm in my lap. A plan to take a book to the deck for the last hour of daylight.
A few tears shed, for a Canadian Olympian who made our collective heart swell with pride as she finished the triathlon in last place. To repeat the part that matters: she finished the triathlon. The Olympic Triathlon.
Tomorrow: coffee and my favourite muffins, from my favourite coffee shop, eaten in the sunshine.
Yes, quiet is good.
*Silence, by my longtime favourite, Sarah McLachlan.