Walking backwards through the day. Out after dinner with Charlie who is skittish after dark. We went to the river and I did not wear a jacket. Mud was slick. Watched the cars go over death bridge, red lights, white lights, blurred lights. It was quiet except for the dripping rain from trees. It was peaceful and the fresh air saturated my lungs. I made dinner for the family, happily. Frank comes home tomorrow, happily. Painters and carpenters here all day since wake-up. Progress, progress. My morning swim. I almost didn’t go. It was my higher self who intervened: Get up and go on with your day. And so I did. I forgot my towel, my goggles, may cap when I got to the parking lot. But I found a pair of goggles in the car and used those. Listening to writers read work in progress is always always and always the most productive and engaging thing to do in December when it is raining and there is trouble afoot and the days are short/dark and light is short. I went to the bank. I love my bank, it is a happy place. I still haven’t gotten my replacement cards from losing my wallet and to go food shopping had no way to pay for groceries. So, I drove to Holliston to the branche where they know me and was greeted cheerfully, so cheerfully, of course they will give my money, they know who I am. I don’t have anything to prove.