This day was hot and dry and crying out for the river and I could not go. I had too much work to do. But the urge to be out in it, one of our few precious days of summer, was so strong that I felt harmed by staying inside. I prepared my fall patterns for the grader but stopped to grit my teeth and squeeze out an anguished grunt. I pretend cried. I did not want to be inside anymore! And then Sarah and I arranged to go to the river after she got off work at 6pm. I would swim today!

We made it just as the sun was easing behind the fir trees. Just enough time to jump in the current and float downstream and then lay, cool to the touch, on the throw blanket. We looked at W Magazine, smoked a joint, and saw our futures. I am not sure which part of the day was more productive.