The summer’s started to feel slow. It’s not really slow, with the kids going to camps and on adventures though, we’re not spending as much time together as we did in the Spring, so even though we’re busier, the pace is slow. The lazy warmth of the rare San Francisco summer sunny day is adding to the feeling. Things will get done when they get done, only camp arrivals and pickups set milestones in our daily schedules at this point. In this summer saunter, I find my subconscious figuring out more things to do with the gang, things to learn, things to experience, things to relish as we plunge into their newness. And yet, there is nothing to be done, because there’s no one to do it with. Our opportunities for learning, exploring, and meeting will return soon enough. Camp season only lasts five or six weeks, then we’ll be back to the ins and outs, strewing and exploring. It seems like I should be doing more; I’m ever so slowly convincing myself...