Charlie slowly makes it once around the property with me. He’s doing well. Lots of attention. It’s so frosty at the river. Lots of deer hunting going on right now. Sounds of shots. But the river is placid and decorated. I take the short walk and head to the pool. Not sure why I went through the weeks of no laps; now I am returned, suddenly, to a feeling of effortless desire to be there. And then the day is busy with two groups, morning and night, (both excellent) and a doctor’s appointment in Wellesley in between (all is well). Well, all was well at the appointment, but I somehow, inexplicably, lost my wallet between the doctor’s office and my car. Didn’t realize it until I was a the bakery where I stopped for iced tea; backtracked, no luck. So strange. A mystery. But I just went on my computer and cancelled everything. Nothing worth fussing over. The doctor’s office is on the Charles River, and I enjoyed stopping a bit with the fat geese and the pretty foliage and the water running rapidly over the shallow rocks. Especially sleepy tonight.