#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Evening at the brook with Charlie. After making soup. After spending the day at my computer, submitting poems. This was a week of diving back in––to the pool and to poetry submissions. Yesterday, broke through, and today submitted a dozen sets of poems. It was raining lightly by the time I went out. The quiet drip drip of the rain on the water in the still of a December night. I swam laps this morning before hurrying home. The bedroom furniture arrived! After the evening walk, Frank and I took the soup to a potluck with friends. Ping pong and laughter and fun. A feeling of holiday happiness. Home in the late evening, and a chance to read and tell stories to a special someone who is wide awake, and I have to come up with a lot of stories of tractors before he is sound asleep.