Friday, June 30, 2006

Like a Bee


It's the last day of June. Warm, but not too hot with the windows open and the ceiling fans going lazily. Lawnmowers drone from across the street. It's nap time, and everyone is at "horizontal parade rest" as my dad used to call it. I am in my room with the door shut, hunched over the laptop. From down the hall a little voice calls:

"Mom, are you in there logging again?"

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