I did go for a walk yesterday, and I went to yoga class. I baked and cooked. But mostly? I spent my time reading a novel that I'd started the day before. Finished it before going to bed.
If I can do that, it can mean only one thing: the semester is officially over, and summer lies ahead of me. In August I'll wonder how the time went by so fast, and why I didn't get as much done as I'd planned. But for this moment--this wildly precious moment--it's full of possibilities.
Welcome, summer. I've been waiting for you for a long time now!