No alarm. Wake an hour later than weekdays from a good sleep. It’s a slow morning, unpressured. Cloudy, slightly cool. I want to take a run. I am thinking about doing the mini-triathlon next weekend, and I think a run will help me prepare. But my body says, once I reach the river, a very short run! no. So, Charlie is also relieved and we enjoy our walk. Then, a bike ride. And I don’t know where I’m going, but I just go where I feel like going: I ride to Medfield, then back to Sherborn, and past the pond. I actually do want to swim. Cannot resist. It’s calm and warm and green, and I swim longer than I planned. One fisherman on shore, and we greet each other when I’m done. I feel delicious, ride home. I have a plan to start my taxes. But, I don’t. The day stretches out invitingly to enjoy the quiet house. Frank’s company between his tennis games, morning and afternoon. We watch a romcom after relaxing dinner under a blanket on the couch. A necessary restful peaceful day. I got poem notes from Vanessa and they make sense. Now I have to think about a few things, and my brain wouldn’t go to revision today. It went into the pond and imagined being with the age-old snappers who swim there, too. We’re friends.