Reading Curtis Sittenfeld books. All of them. At once.
Loving her words, devouring her novels.
Driving for more than an hour to go to the beach. Finding that perfect one where I can read and Heinz can surf.
Unwilling to leave the ocean without taking a dip. Noticing that if I do I grow restless and get cranky.
Listening to Big Magic the podcast, placing a hold on Big Magic the book.
Waiting for more than 50-something people on the library queue. Finally reading it in less than two days.
Running more. Writing more.
Taking time to settle.
Noticing what moves and what remains still.
Feeling the outside temperature getting cooler at night.
Remaining warm and cozy inside.
