I am trying to be better at resting. This will be an important anthropological fact in the future—we are not good at resting, and even when we do rest, it’s something we’ve “prioritized” or designated “self-care” like it lives on our to-do list.

I cleaned the kitchen and I ran some laundry and Trevor and the girls were stacking firewood outside, but truth be told, halfway through the day, I just didn’t feel especially well. It wasn’t that I was getting sick or that something had gone wrong, I was just exhausted. And I wanted to make excuses for being exhausted or reasons to press through the day and then I remembered that I’m trying to be better at resting.

So, I took the quilt down to my bed and I curled up on my pillows and I watched episodes of The Summer I Turned Pretty. I don’t know how long I laid down and I decided not to count the hours or the minutes because it was a Saturday and I was resting.

In the afternoon, I took the girls to Wal-mart for some additional school supplies. Trevor managed dinner, grilling us steaks and summer squash and we added mashed cauliflower with scallions which we ate outside, underneath our drying laundry. The day was hot and it stayed hot well into the night.