…I got up very early to try and do some writing before the fun began.
…my refrigerator was forested with strange and wonderful containers labeled hemp milk, ginger beer, Kombucha and Activate
…I ran out of towels.
…I enjoyed YouTube videos of a three-toed Costa Rican sloth being rescued as it tries to cross the road http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ES32UFlPOUA&feature=em-share_video_user, and a dog dancing the merengue much better than I could in my fondest dreams http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nc9xq-TVyHI&feature=em-share_video_user
…every cute thing our cats did was captured on a cell phone camera.
…I went to the beach where the water was warmer than the air and the seagulls clustered and stared out at the lake like p.o.’d commuters watching for their bus.
…I had many, many conversations about careers
…not necessarily in that order and sometimes simultaneously.
…I watched a baffling and moving film called “The Belly of the Architect”.
…I listened to lots of music whose lyrics escaped me.
…I went to a 5k race and cheered as wildly as I did at high school meets ten plus years ago.
…I ate roasted Spanish cod with almond mayonaise and drank really, really good Prosecco.
…I tried hard to make Cleveland seem like an exceedingly hip and attractive place.
…I was, at least half the time, steeling myself for goodbye.
…All three of my daughters were home at once.
But now this week is over.