Back this week from a friend’s wedding in Hawaii, now I’m de-jetlagging and fighting a travel cold. I stay inside except to walk Matisse and eat. Spend pretty much the whole day buried in blankets with J—reading, studying, snoozing. Even absent the cold I would still be here, I think. It’s a time for withdrawing a bit, again, for focusing on more-inward pursuits. There’s a seashell I haven’t spent enough time in lately. A cave I’ve left and need to return to again.
That’s all for this week. Rest, recovery (all the re- words, really) are what I’ve been focused on. I hope to have more to say next week, but then again, maybe fewer words are better, for now.