Pizza: The Food That Redeems

Today started out well enough. It was a beautiful summer morning -- warm sun, blue sky, temp around 80 -- so I turned off the air conditioning and made the beds accompanied by bird song. The kids and I took a class at a local nature center then shopped a nearby farmer's market. (Sugar snap peas are done this year, unfortunately, but the tomatoes are starting to come in.) We made it home in time to put Teyla down for a nap.

But then the clouds gathered and messed up the sky. The breeze died down and the air turned stale and muggy. The kids laid on the couch, exhausted after a week of "too much fun," whiny and petulant. I wasn't fairing much better. I couldn't seem to focus on anything. My brain was in as thick and heavy as the air outside.

So I ordered a pizza for dinner, and Corey got home from his business trip, and we played with the kids on the floor until bedtime.

I love pizza. It can bring a day full circle.