Sleep–getting enough–has become such a focus. I’m like a woman with a newborn baby, except without the baby. I hoard and treasure every hour, or half hour, of sleep. Sometimes, only my dreams let me know I’ve drifted off.
I’ve been grateful for sleep, but I’ve been grateful for other things:
A beautiful Friday night at the bike races (watching, cheering, not racing).
A hot, sunny Saturday, with some time to wade into, pull, and clip weeds and roses, a long Skype call with a friend, and spinach salad with strawberries, feta, toasted almonds, and a basil vinaigrette. Did I mention sun? Enough?
I’m grateful for a Sunday with Tom and dinner with friends, plus a quick visit with my daughter.
Open the door. Open my heart.