70 Degree Nights, Fresh Air, A Wonderful Porch Couch, A Dog, and Listening to Audio Books While Thinking About the Universe. It's Simple Really

I've been distracted in almost all I've been doing the last few days because I've wanted to find ways to get back to E. Lockhart's Liars series. I'm late to the game, but with he right storytelling I can be lured into being auto-tuned (and obsessed) with not doing anything else but reading (or in this case, listening). I'm loving it, and after a morning of my own writing, an afternoon walking with a colleague and his 1 year old son, followed by a fish fry (which I should know better about eating), a night on the patio soaking in the luxury of good storytelling and comfortable temperatures is simply irreplaceable.

The Class of 2005 had their reunion yesterday and I loved all the photos sent my way and the connections made. They apparently played the video I made for them at the event, prompting all the correspondence (I sent to Jess and Jonica, who organized the event). It prompted a weekend of much reflection for me, the wonders of time and human growth, and the never-ending pursuit of making meaning from it.

Karal, the sidekick, loves when I lie on the couch, because that means she can lay on my chest and stare at me until she falls asleep (hence this Sunday photo).

We're expecting a beautiful day, and I imagine this might turn into a beach adventure (as such opportunities only come during part of the year). I'm promising myself that if I'm a good boy and get on top of the institute's game for the week (18-hours of straight instruction followed by 140-hours of literacy lab work), then I can afford a little time on the beach. I lost last night to storytelling and breathing in the rare cool, summer air that only occasionally comes through the windows in June. I love to soak it all up. 

Here's to doggier days of summer. I enjoy them more than most.