I believe that eleven o’clock at night is too late at night to be deciding which words make sense and which don’t, which ideas are appropriate for sharing in a public forum and which are not, and for thinking about what I really believe.
I also believe that the first day summer vacation is destined to be topsy turvy and there ought to be no rhythm to the day because it is the first of its kind, and it’s entirely natural to glance at the clock and realize that the genius bar appointment is in 10 minutes and you’re still in pajamas cleaning up from breakfast.
I believe that things will right themselves again and a rhythm will emerge, though likely not this week. Or next. And probably not the one after that.
I believe that I will figure it out in the meantime.