This is about the most exciting thing I did today:
I put new dirt and a plant in Mr. Moon's bass (I guess it's a bass) office planter. His old plant died after years and years of life under difficult conditions.
I was going to go into town and hang out with August so that Jessie could help Vergil paint. They are trying to finish up some house things before Little King Richard shows up and I was going to take them some soup, too. But Jessie kept texting me that if I needed to take a day off, to do it, that they'd be fine and finally, I just admitted that I really needed to do that and besides, Mr. Moon went over to their house to help and took the soup and I have to keep reminding myself that the world will not come to an end if I decide to just rest and be quiet.
It felt so disconcerting but also, wonderful to remember the pleasure of lying on a bed and being cool on a hot summer's day, simply reading a book, the pages flying by, the story unfolding, the characters becoming a part of my reality.
Some days the lines between heart and head and soul and past and future and present just grow a little wavery and today was one of those days. And I simply let it be.
I just saved a bumble bee's life.
There. I've done my job.