it's the most unscheduled time of the year

All winter, I have work and curling and chorus and the side job with the Catholics. For the past several years I've had classes as well. But in the summer, all I have is work and Catholics (and class), and come August it'll be work only. I can't tell you how relaxing it is to be able to come home and not have somewhere else to dash off to all the damn time. Soon I will come home and not even have to make a special effort to see the Gentleman Caller, because home and his place will be the same place. (He agrees that my constant packing-up to spend the weekend at his house has been unfair to me all this time, even though it's been unavoidable as my apartment is not as viable a base for weekend activities.)

This weekend we picked up a veritable sheaf of paint chips; went and had lunch with (a few of his college friends including) his long-lost college roommate, whom I've been hearing about all this time and was very pleased to meet; had a really gluttonous dim sum brunch yesterday; and made the first batch of this year's jam. (Strawberry, the berries for which he's been looking at the farmers' market for weeks.) Now he's off on a motorcycle ride to clear his head, because that's been a lot of togetherness, and then this afternoon we're to go to his mother's for a cookout. I'm chilling with some coffee and James May's Man Lab, and there's nothing else I need to be doing, except hitting the shower.

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