so far, a perfect weekend.

yesterday, saturday, we hit the yard hard, like dervishes: mowing, trimming, weeding, seeding, planting. By about 2 pm, I felt like we could enjoy some of the fruits of our labor and sit on the back patio and let the evening come to us.

after BBQing chicken, with the sunlight still glowing, we started a fire. I was further lit up by a couple of gin and tonics, a cigar, and full of appreciation for the quiet, domestic evening. The simple pleasures. Enough to make the pressures and problems I feel seem like a distant storm over the horizon, just a breeze to stir the air.

Today, not much different--a little work on the house, a big nap, and a new book. Now the stars have turned on, we see the halo of light from downtown, but all is impossibly quiet.