By the seventh day God completed His work which He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done.
These deep summer days feel almost unrelentingly soporific. You want to do nothing more strenuous than sit on the couch, although ideally you’d lie on the couch instead. The heat slows everything down, makes you feel that, despite having laundry, dishes, and a bathroom to clean, your best option is to just go to the den and doze on the extra bed.
I’m not going to lie: I didn’t resist the sweet call of a nice nap. I missed most of “Celtic Sojourn” on NPR, hosted by the delightfully-voiced Brian O’Donovan. But I did at least do the dishes and laundry first.
When I finally roused myself beyond the small wakefulness required to obtain and drink a glass of ice water, I discovered Ian had also succumbed to a summer snooze.
Here are some miscellaneous pictures I found browsing through our external memory.
I’m sure that you could deduce something about me based on this random sampling of pictures I’ve kept since 2002. I’m also sure I have no idea what that deduction would be.