The distinction between the days of the week are being pulled into the summer pool of sameness and leisure.
Wake up slowly, breakfast, work, lunch, school, then pool, supper, bed. School consists of a workbook page or two (plus an Italian page for Red) and piano.
The current is strong and the envelope of water is dizzying. I don’t know which end is up.
The days of the week can drown. Summer, we come willingly to your open arms.