As July spills into August, I’m as languid as I can be. The days seems to pass in a haze of busy relaxation. In the mornings, I take my first cup of coffee and sit outside with my book. I wear flip flops to work, my hair carelessly caught back and my face without makeup. I treat myself and don’t check my e-mail after I come home from work; I don’t take work home. I plan suppers that take more than an hour to get on the table and I don’t mind if I skip out on my daily load of laundry.