Well, I wanted to write more about the snake hole. This week, the burnout is a lot, even after such a perfect experience over the weekend. I do keep dreaming about the snakes as some kind of leftover evolutionary energy around being so close to so many of them. I also had a bee dream, but not so much like all the awful yellowjacket ones I was having last year. More like what actually happened with the honeybees in the graveyard. But don't I talk about bees too much? 

It's raining and I'm tired. I was just about to try a run, but it was like the weather was holding its breath, waiting for that exact minute to let it out. This weekend, I'm going home to see my folks. I haven't been in a little while, mostly because I was a little exhausted from so much back-to-back family stuff over the spring. It will be nice to go down to the creek and maybe put my feet in, to walk around my parents yard in the full prettiness of summer, to drink wine out with my mom and listen to the coyotes talking.