Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

Trying to get back into the routine of our usual lives. I went swimming for the first time in forever, and then visited the local supermarket for provisions. Was reminded that for the past few weeks I hadn’t worried about shopping since we’d eaten in various cafes and restaurants and even resorted to having peanut butter sandwiches in the car on the go.

Waded through our accumulated mail, searching for that occasional nugget of interest in a morass of paper. And, yes, reveled in the fact that we’d returned home four days early so that we could hibernate and organize and sleep. We plan to do just that.