5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Who’s texting this early? Oh, no. I need to switch them to the work phone ASAP.

I was right. I do like the way the light hits this little vase full of eucalyptus. I look forward to when the sun sets over the bunch of white peonies.

Just the two of us for practice today. I keep forgetting about those cobwebs. Everything is tight.

They want time in the gym. He shoots. She does volleyball drills. I answer more emails.

Laundry, laundry, and more laundry.

Feeling the heat.

I really only eat hot dogs in the summer, and they always taste so good.

One of the best things about summer is how you want to linger long after the party ends because the sun is still bright and the high heat of the day has just passed, and there’s still more wine and you’ve almost forgotten that tomorrow is Monday.

The last week.