My school, among others, will be on spring break next week. My plans remain shapeless, which is fine. I'm still occupying some pandemic limbo between doing and not. For example, today I put a dent in doing taxes, then little else.
For the record, no itemizing on this household's forms, yet I did count more than a few blessings. Among them: that glow of anticipation leading up to and through a library visit, its only agenda, being finding good things to read during the several days to come.