Tonight after an early dinner at Maneki, shadowdaddy dropped me off at home so he could get the sealer for the new tile in the kitchen. This left me free ... to go into the kitchen after almost a week of exile (and put me under a schedule to get things done in there quickly, before he returned). It's the time of year in Seattle when the sun is up until a ridiculous hour (it's just setting right now), and being in the kitchen just felt so ... homey. Crazy given that it was still overcast outside and so wasn't particularly bright inside, but standing in front of the sink made me feel happy. I found looking out the window at my garden while I finally got to wash some dishes was a meditative ecstasy of sorts. The drops of water were hanging off of the branches of the maple tree in front of me, and to my left the plum tree was pushing its ripening fruit practically in my face. Such a hussy! The rose in the back yard was bending under the weight of its sodden blossoms, and a few scattered leaves were laying on the patio furniture that had been shoved aside during last Sunday's mowing. It was all very nice ... I almost starting singing songs from Chicago at the pleasure of it all.