Graces, #26

A day at the beach. Saturday we drove to a gorgeous, gorgeous beach I hadn't been to in a few years and had the loveliest day. Jeffrey was in a strategic planning meeting all day but my mom came along. The weather was close to perfection, there was coffee (lots!), there was all the food we'd brought for lunch and snacks, there was really good Mexican food for dinner. It was cool and shady in the mountains there and back, and all the shadowed green of fir trees and farms felt like a healing balm after the hottest week I can remember.

The next morning, Sunday, I was left to sleep till eleven. Eleven! I haven't done that since...well, since Birdie was tiny and I'd been up all night so it almost didn't count and we were all so frazzled that god only knew what time of day or night it was anyway and would anything ever feel sane or better or good or not stressful ever again?!! Eleven. I missed my usual writing/alone time because of this, but Jeffrey took Penelope to his company's pool party in the afternoon so I was home with Her Grumpiness the Teething Tantrum Lass, but ONLY Her Grumpiness. Not Her Grumpiness and Her Who Wears a Thousand Moods a Minute. So all in all it was a very calm, restful, short kind of day.

The nights have been cool again. Oh, I love this. You can give me almost any daytime temperature as long it turns into a clean and breezy 60 degrees at night.

Surprise extra money at just exactly the perfect time. Miraculous. The knot in my stomach is slowly relaxing. This was completely unexpected and amazing. Now we just need to continue living like the single-income, two-child family we are, instead of...well, instead of a lot of things.

Cooking two meals last night so there was nothing to do tonight but go have a make-up writing session and catch up on some reading.