Everyone is holding there own in the Lilylovekin home. It was a quiet 4th of July. Fortunately our dogs do not get freaked out about fire works and so there was no distress over the loud noises last night. I am a little lost being home with all this time on my hands and a wander from room to room trying to find something to hold my interest. My journal pages are half full, my closest has spilled out into the bedroom as I try and sort through things I no longer wear, a book moves from room to room as I pick it up reading a page here and there. Nothing keeping me interested too long. I am heading to An Artful Journey retreat with DJ Petitt in two weeks to take a 3 day class, learning her painting and book making techniques-even this holds little thrill for me. I'm sure once I get there things will be better, I love what she does her work is beautiful. I spend much time sitting under these grapes that are growing out on our deck, the warm breezes of the summer are sweetly fragrant with a gentle perfume and it is a peaceful place to be. I find although I am restless I am not worried about it and know it will pass.