Feeling oddly private about my Sabbath time as we role into summer.
Or perhaps exhausted with little energy for writing.
Sabbath included great music and dancing on Wednesday night, followed by a day full of interruptions on Thursday. It began with the household sleeping in, and so missing our delivery of food to the food bank. My day then involved a bit of reading (not much), laundry, incomplete conversations, an aborted writing attempt, bike riding with August, an emergency delivery of keys to my wife who locked hers in the car trunk, said delivery taking place in the van of a cat owner which left me with an allergy attack.
After Vacation Bible School, and recovery from the allergy attack, a welcome end of the day found August and I and friends at Rye Playland for a few rides.
Early to bed.