Taking it easy, really.

• Reading William Faulkner's Light in August, and loving it. Magical sentences.  Old beat-up copy from the bookshelves, not sure whose it was, but obviously a school copy.  But, not mine. Well, it is now.  Mine.  Lovely book, all limp and worn out.
• My main squeeze is wiring up some 7' bamboo poles he cut from the bamboo forest at his shop onto the existing wire fence around the chickens' area---at least part of it.  Our chicken run is getting excessive sun in the afternoons, being that our next door neighbors are a bit too much in love with the chainsaw.   
• Back to books.  Went to the library today, got an Anne Lamott I'd had on hold and just got in---Hard Laughter, but know absolutely nothing about it.  We'll see.  Also got every Ann Patchett they had on the shelves, three in all.  Her book Bel Canto I read last week was such a winner, maybe the others are as well.  It never works out like that, though.  Authors aren't that consistent.
• Life is slow now.  Wayward boys keeping, pretty much, to themselves, which is good from time to time.  I get a break from longing for them.  Pray for them every night, but a physical distance is healing.  Once I see them in person my strength flags.
• Tomorrow holds nothing I don't want it to hold.  My prospective chores include (or not) cleaning out the fridge, getting the mildew off the shower curtains (we have two--one against the wall because our old house has a window in the shower), and sweeping the sidewalk from youngest son's mowing today.  I may do none of it!  I may delegate.  
• Realizing that my days, for awhile at least, are without drama is amazing.  I really can breathe. Read, putter, bake if I want to, not feel guilty, youknowwhatImean.  And, my brainstorm, we're not going to church on Sunday.  Middle daughter was an acolyte for May, and the least one is lined up for June.  I figured a Sunday off would be a good thing.  Probably just rejoice in no have to's.
• Take care all.