🌀 🌍 🌀 I've been dropping out I worked on my book manuscript through the end of July, which means I didn't have much of a summer. Or at least not one in which I can separate the feeling of sun on my face from the feeling of my ass sitting in a chair, trapped at my desk. The moment I sent the manuscript off to my editor, I felt ecstatic but also like I might immediately die. I promptly set about "relaxing," which, for the first two days, meant binge watching two seasons of Project Runway, but really just laying on the couch, my gooey brain grateful to not be working. What I soon realized was that, while I have no problem being lazy, I'm no longer good at relaxing. Even when my body is doing nothing, I am thinking about whether we need more olive oil, if there's a load of laundry to be done, if the electricity bill's been paid, what we should have for dinner. I am now, always, the co-manager of a household, someone's partner, and the caretaker of a small, relatively helpless person, even when (especially when) I'm desperately trying not to be.