At five in the afternoon I’m happy for the faithfulness of my floor fan. The cottage is hot, mid-August summer hot, but at least it’s quiet. The Man has taken the boys, with our guests, off of the island on an excursion and I’m left with a bottle of wine and blissful quiet. This is one of those days I’m glad to be able to work barefoot in a sports bra, on my own terms. […]
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