I guess summer just lends itself to that bittersweet quality of everything that must pass. In other seasons when I am out and about, I feel great about it - going snowshoeing, hiking on a blustery day, etc. But in the summer I feel like I am inadequate when I do things, as though all this and more is expected. I should be running from party to picnic to concert constantly. Alright, enough!
Today is beautiful and promises to remain that way. I think it is around 70 F and dry, still, birds chirping. Lovely. I slept well, part of the night in my regular bed and part in the cave. I love the cave even more now with the new mattress.
Last night just after nine a fireworks show started up - at first I thought it was thunder, then I saw the lights flashing in the window (I had no lights on inside). A full-scale, very impressive show it was, too! Went on for ages. I wonder what it was for?
Tried to watch TV as there is a new Masterpiece Mystery running on PBS, but every time I turn on the TV I fall asleep. It's like a sleeping pill. That's okay, I need the sleep more than I need to watch TV. It's online anyway.
My batch of bone broth is probably done, but I think I will let it go for awhile longer. It smells divine.