Another hot August day, and it being the first Friday after the start of school, everyone was moving slowly—well, except Trevor, who went to yoga at 7AM. I, on the other hand, lounged in bed for thirty minutes after waking, letting the breeze blow in and wake me up.

We had coffee in the sunroom at a casual pace, and the girls set off upstairs to get back to some game they had engrossed themselves in. At least at the start of the year, four-day weeks give Friday the appealing magic of a snow day. Other kids are in school, we aren’t, so suddenly toys and games and free time at home are luxuries to indulge.

I kept my morning routines, albeit late, and read, journaled, and worked out. After a shower, realizing there was little freelance work to do, I turned my attention to Notes On Your Sudden Disappearance, which I’m trying to read quickly. My mentor suggested that it is an excellent comp for my novel. I spent a lot of the morning reading and reminded myself how lucky it is to call it “work” to enjoy a novel.

Fridays are usually pizza nights, a tradition that we reinstated after our summer hiatus. We made homemade pizzas with our sourdough and watched “Napoleon Dynamite” with the girls. After they went to bed, Trevor and I watched “Asteroid City,” because I love Wes Anderson, against all odds.