I finally took a day off.
I cleaned my garage, drove to my parents, ran ten miles, sat by the pool and read an entire book: Tyrell by Coe Booth. Something got into my father, too, and he went to the store to get vegetables, then stir fried on the grill.
I rotated between the plastic chair on the deck and a raft. I simply soaked in the sun and applauded the sky for not having a single cloud in it. For the most part, the only view I had today was off the words on the page of my book, the foot resting on the ladder and the crystal clear chlorinated water. Oh, and my mom.
We have to soak in the summer karma while we have it.