It's that basebally time of year again. Which I adore. And even better is I've really started to embrace not working. It was a weird bit of a transition, waking up with that "What am I going to do now?" kind of panic. But besides an occasional twinge of that, I'm finding I really enjoy just being. That it's summertime doesn't seem to hurt that either. And so, we are just being us. And I love that.