Summer. Finally.

90 minutes alone before anyone else woke up with good coffee and new Richard Skelton music ghosting from the speakers and my notebooks and laptop open and the words coming easy...(brief annoying interlude to clear massive ant invasion)...great movie with Kim and Kate ("Mr. Holmes," just lovely)...long sunset walk downhill from the theater--sprinkled liberally with KateKim laughter as they closed ranks behind me to hide the split seam down the ass of my shorts, necessitating a Vans store pitstop--to the little neighborhood Basque tapas bar for small-plate supper.. long early-evening walk back up the hill, with a stop at the Asian bakery for toasting bread and the Venezuelan chocolate shop for, you know, Venezuelan chocolates...home in time to sit quiet with the cats in the cooling house, read, play a little Scrabble.
There, summer. Was that really so hard?