A Tired Good Night

The last two weekdays of school break--since we returned from the Cape Wednesday night--have blended into one blur of activity. Hours at the playground, hours of play dates, an evening walk to and from Applegate with friends for ice cream. The walk back seemed so much longer, shivering because I gave the girls my jacket to share. The downhills en route turned into steep uphills on the return trip and the girls asked me to hold their unfinished cups of ice cream and sherbet because their hands were cold. Happy to be turning in, but soccer tomorrow morning. H. flew to North Carolina this morning for work, back tomorrow. Good night.