boh, asleep.

First thing in the morning. I’ve already made the coffee. Boh is still in bed.

Late afternoon. I’m making progress on my garland singles. Boh is asleep on the floor.

Evening. Boh asleep on the couch. Doesn’t wake up when I sit down next to him and turn on the camera. In his defense, it has been incredibly hot — in the 90s. And humid. Today, Boh and I went swimming in the lake! A friend in my program has an adorable apartment right on the water, complete with a dock and a table with a big umbrella. There was wine, guacamole, iced tea, and swimming. (Well, I swam. Boh mostly stood in the water looking concerned about waves from passing motorboats. But I think he enjoyed it.) All that sun tired me out, too. I might have to curl up with Boh on the couch…