Fourth

His little swim things are drying on the back deck rail. I’ve gathered the various sprinkler attachments that I’d put on the hose for him this morning, and they’re in a somewhat muddy, grassy pile on the stone pavers to the side of our house. He’s asleep upstairs, and I’m about to lay down here on the couch for a minute. The heat wears me right out.

I didn’t sleep well last night – I had a stress dream about, of all things, cleaning up a room. It was some sort of preschool room in a church basement, and a friend and I had to get it cleaned up before we could go, and the glitter and toys and scraps and mess just kept multiplying. I have distinct dream memories of a futile attempt with a push broom. Of all the things.