My precious self
When I got back from Nantucket, T took off for Boston then New York to work on her two book projects. So I came home to an empty house, which was a change from the past months of revolving doors of people. At first, it was so quiet it was disquieting but then I caught up on work, put some additional touches on the adoption book, ran errands, and revamped my exercise program. I’ve also been having a heavily steeped cup of detox tea every evening and nearing the last half of my Theroux book.
Today my tea bag read, “Nothing is more precious than the self.”