I'm so loving summer. I'm getting a lot of writing done (worked 12 hours yesterday on the memoir). I've been doing a lot of swimming at the Y, gardening, and taking long neighborhood and beach walks.
I love to take long, meditative walks, just letting my mind wander. Sometimes I do a little scene-writing in my head. I kind of overdid it with Max, our Pomeranian the other day, however; he wasn't his usual self for a whole day. His tail was droopy, and he didn't display his usual verve. Perhaps 8 miles in the heat wasn't a good idea. He's okay now, though. If I go near his leash in the kitchen he dances on the linoleum.
Annie and I have a few home projects facing us, like putting in a patio in our backyard. Yes, we strong and powerful women are going to do it ourselves. Let's hope the backyard table and chairs won't wobble horribly afterward.
Tomorrow's a Mom day. We're going to the movies. I was born to be an at-home writer. Jobs are over-rated.