Before dawn, to the airport. It’s raining in San Francisco. I spend the day in the air, writing and reading. I write my weekly Aim for Astonishing blog to send tomorrow. Soon enough, Frank is meeting me in Boston, and we are heading home. I am so glad I went, and so glad I’m home. How wonderful to cross the bridge and see my friend settling into her new neighborhood and to know where that is and to have created memories there with her. The kitchen is clean, the lights are on the Christmas tree, the dogs need to be fed, the plants beg to be watered, my geraniums are all still in bloom and I tend to it all with gratitude. I have not walked, except in the airport, but I take a swim. I lie down with the special one in the darkened room and rub his back and sing Christmas carols until he falls asleep. Frank is asleep. The house is quiet and peaceful. I have my meditation with my candle lit.