Instead of swimming another 1000 meters, I lay in the shallow water of the wide steps into the lap pool with my new book (The Quincunx) on the deck and read a chapter.
Lord, what a heavenly day. No hotter than 80 after a smidge of rain Friday night.
Home again, I attacked the baobab trees in the backyard--the cherry sprouts and insidious sumac--that had threatened to split my small planet asunder in the week of my absence. I discovered that two of the pumpkin hills I planted did sprout and removed their competition (cherry sprouts and bindweed), and I rubbed the needles off the branches of the Yule tree to add to the compost. (I donated only the trunk and major limbs to TreeCycle.)
Then I ate raspberries straight off the cane. Also I read on the porch swing for a spell.