ferragosto survived

food, sea, sun and the national refusal to accomplish anything useful. #

I have eaten enough for several people. Beach, lunch, people everywhere, sleep, more food, more people. Last night was enormous and I am operating today on whatever biological system takes over when normal energy has resigned. Yuri looks equally destroyed, which I find comforting.

Dad called and asked whether we survived. Barely. Tia sent something unhelpful about getting old because I complained about being tired. I am twenty, not ninety. I am allowed one afternoon of exhaustion after Ferragosto.

We’re going out again later. Yes, I see the flaw in my argument.

Remember me, Eclipse.