I could not request nor demand better temperatures or breezes for the deck.
I finished private lessons an hour early due to two of my Colorado students battling colds. Their Ohio cousins must have shared their colds with them during their recent visit.
I just noticed the silence. There are no cicadas sawing away with their non-stop drone. A few birds are sounding off in the distance and the wind chimes are occasionally knocking into one another.
I had tinkered around with the idea of going to Springfield, Illinois for the Mary Lincoln gathering but I just cannot wrap my mind around all that would need to be accomplished for me to make it a 100% success for myself. I know I would thoroughly enjoy being with the gang of historians, but my personal freedom of traveling about on a whim is strangling. The events will be Zoomed so I do have that.
I am still in awe of this ridiculously wonderful atmosphere on the deck. I managed to accomplish several tasks, earlier today, so after teaching, this feels like a reward.
Now, over to my chaise lounge to listen to a documentary on History Channel about foods that changed the nation. Right now, it’s about Coca Cola!