I’m on the front porch on a slightly cooler day after a long week. Both the floor and the ceiling fan blowing air across the long, narrow space. The boys are on the computer and/or television. M, I think, is reading on the back porch. For some reason I’m struggling to breathe. What’s wrong with me? Maybe I’m thinking about breathing too much. I don’t know.

The last few days have been fine, although I feel tired and unable to concentrate well. Maybe I’ve read too much and pushed too hard lately. A day hasn’t passed without reading, oh, at least thirty minutes, since South Dakota. I’ve also acclimated to the “six day a week, Saturdays off” workout plan, which while a little lighter than before, is still a challenge. I’m eating better, too. At least today. Anyway, I’ve worked a bit through both Jakob Von Gunten and the latest Dalai Lama book but I don’t feel as if I have much energy for either. Today I’ve read the first fifty pages of McDonald’s The Instant Enemy. I had never heard of this guy until someone on GR recommended him. The book is strong, pre-Elloy, if you will, but arguably as strong if not as fireworks-charged.

Last night Ross, Amy and their kids came over for a bonfire. We had a pretty good time, I think, but I was up way late (midnight) and N woke me this morning at 5:30. Today we’re taking easy. Well, we hit Cedarburg’s Strawberry festival, full of grill-smoke and cute girls in summer clothes, but after that I’ve done little but read and watch the start of the Cubs/White Sox games. I’m tempted to hit Stein’s for perennials, but Stein’s is twenty minutes away and I can always wait until Monday after work.

Maybe I’ll take a bath soon. More later.