Lord knows, I should be working. I brought home boxes of things that have to be sorted, organized, input. I have 9 essays to read and comment upon. A speech Monday, then a poem. A class Thursday. And school starts for real this week.
But here I am, sitting in the yard, reading the advanced reader copy of Amy’s new book. Drinking tea. Feeding the birds. Smelling the roses.
Glorious Saturday. Why should I be inside, bent over the computer, wishing I could be relaxing in the sun? Why should I be anywhere but here?