His little swim things are drying on the back deck rail. I’ve gathered the various sprinkler attachments that I’d put on the hose for him this morning, and they’re in a somewhat muddy, grassy pile on the stone pavers to the side of our house. He’s asleep upstairs, and I’m about to lay down here on the couch for a minute. The heat wears me right out.

I didn’t sleep well last night – I had a stress dream about, of all things, cleaning up a room. It was some sort of preschool room in a church basement, and a friend and I had to get it cleaned up before we could go, and the glitter and toys and scraps and mess just kept multiplying. I have distinct dream memories of a futile attempt with a push broom. Of all the things.

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