Last Sunday night, I took my dish of coffee ice cream (yes, coffee ice cream is back!) out to my balcony. There was a wonderful breeze blowing, a relief from the heat of the day. People were running or biking or kayaking or walking dogs along the river.
Earlier in the day, I talked with both of my boys, and they sounded great. I also had approximately my 1, 716th weekly call with my ex-neighbor who moved away in 1989. Unless one of us is out of town, we talk every Sunday.
And, I finished a wonderful new novel by Pulitzer Prize-Winner Geraldine Brooks. It’s called Horse.
Although Sunday has been my favorite day forever, of late, I have a new reason to love it.
No doctor appointments.