this week I’m wishing…

~that I owned silver flats.

~that we’d get more rain – though Sunday’s was much appreciated.

~that I could just spend my afternoons curled up on a green velvet chair, reading Harry Potter. (I’ve begun reading the series through again after seeing movie #6, and they are as delightful – and compelling – as ever.)

~that I got more exercise – but it’s so blasted HOT that I’m not motivated.

~that it were already a month from now, when we leave for the UK.

~that I had a window in my office. (Couldn’t we just take down the massive dry-erase board and cut out a hole in the wall?)

~that I had more pretty wear-to-work warm-weather blouses. (Why are they so hard to find?)

Life is still good, though. Good books, slightly cooler weather, literary lunches with Julie, and a massive loaf of French bread as a present from a neighbour – these make the long, quiet hours at work well worthwhile.

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