the banquet will be here in 8 days. i preached this morning at church. i’m taking one last grad class before the bebe’ arrives. mr. darcy’s in what caesar milan would call “rehabilitation,” while his owners are in “training.” our house is still in the unpacking stage because I just can’t do what I was able to do before…so boxes sit unopened.
but life is good. i am soaking in the silence of evening, the sunlight filtering through our windows (because living in san francisco’s sunset district really does live up to its name), and i’m catching up on my Sunset magazine reading. I took a nap this afternoon, talked to favorite neighbor Mark, and threw the ball with the dog. The hubs went to go grab Chinese food for dinner, and really – does it get any better than this?
So for now, with about 2.5 months of moments of silence left as a certainty, I soak it in, and I rest.
Cheers to Sundays, and restful, silent reflection.0