We have been happily busy. Four weeks have passed without me much noticing. June was filled with travel to cool places and visitors from cool people. July - at least these first four days of it - has been quieter.
I've begun tackling my book list. I've logged many hours on the porch swing and the pool deck watching my children become fish and tree-climbing monkeys and sidewalk-chalk Rembrandts.
The phone's left inside, too far away to be heard. June, with its days each so full, was good.