Today is a day for lolling around

and I can’t do one thing about it. I experimented with feeling guilty about my laziness and failed. It’s 77 degrees out with a light breeze, my boys are at home for the summer, their childhoods are fleeting, and I have nothing of import to say.

I’ve been making concoctions for everyone in the Vitamix—apples, arugula, frozen grapes and coconut water for me and Fred; raspberries, peaches and milk for Finn—and today’s Zephyr will be a concoction of things that I think you might like to loll around and consume.

A playlist, for example

Maybe you’d like to enjoy it on

YouTube 

or maybe you prefer

Spotify

A couple of poems from

I subscribed to The Paris Review a few weeks ago. What a splurge it felt like, even though the subscription was half-price. Worth every penny. It’s so pretty and nice to hold and you get to read all of the archives online. So I didn’t steal these screenshots for you, see. I bought them. You’re at my house and I opened up the copies for you to see. I’ll prove it:

P.S.

frozen pineapple, buttermilk, a bit of coconut water