Run boy run

Temperature: 15/59 degrees

Eating: a slice of chocolate date cake I wanted to test for our end of school/start of summer holiday festivities. When did it turn into a buffet? I blame the male adolescents who eat Everything All the Time.

Drinking: Recent events have put me off the sauce.

Watching: The Good Place

Listening: to the sounds of spring and summer

Reading: Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men by Caroline Criado Perez. Every human being even remotely interested and invested in equality should read this book. It will make you gasp and seethe, but never again will you be able to say that who knew.

Writing: a letter to my coming-of-age son so that if, for whatever reason, I’m suddenly not here, he’ll always remember how much I loved him, and what I wanted to say and wanted him to know. Does that sound crazy to you? Call me old school, old-fashioned, but I felt at peace when I was done. There. It’s all on paper. So that he’ll never have to doubt or second-guess, and so that he doesn’t forget. No quotes, like the ones below, just the heartfelt words of a mother to her son.

Thinking:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
     With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,  
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,  
     And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
(Rudyard Kipling)

Feeling:
Oh, and you in all your vibrant youth
How could anything bad ever happen to you?
You make a fool of death with your beauty
And for a moment I forget to worry
(Florence + The Machine)