I've smiled and even laughed this morning, yet I also know longings of heart. Like Brainerd, I'm learning the two aren't always contradictory, and are often paradoxically necessary.
Mostly, I'm enjoying. Went out with Connor and Sara; though I've been feeling socially tired, I also knew it was important to invest in those friendships before they became more casualties of my neglect. After pizza, we saw Men in Black II and rolled home around midnight.
This morning I slept a little later, then came for my extended Victrola retreat. They're installing front windows that can open, which should alleviate the sauna-esque quality on warm days. Played with some poetry writing as well— there's something life-giving about being playful with language. I'm having fun.
Sometime I hate my writing, too: snob, party of one.