Birdsong, it’s in the yard. The red-headed woodpecker is at the feeder, with the squirrels. I think it’s warmer than it is when I go out with Charlie to walk and have to return for a jacket over my vest. It’s bright, though, so pleasantly blue-sky cheerful. The river is still frozen, the wetlands and brook. I look for ice pictures. We go further than yesterday, but it’s hard going on the icy snow. Then, time for my swim, some good laps, and I am happy to be in the pool. Driving home, passing Medfield State Hospital, there by the side of the road I see a pair of indigo buntings! Bluest blue, perched by the side of the road! I have a lighter day today, a little time at my desk, and errands. My youngest is coming for dinner with her boyfriend. I make everyone’s favorite, chicken in wine. I ask Frank to set up a table in the den so we can have a nice meal, despite not having a dining room, and he does. Then, I remember, I have no tablecloths. And I want to serve dinner on the good china, and that’s packed up too. Oh, well. It’s a lovely meal, and nice to be eating at home after having been away so long. My son asked me to look up something I wrote in one of his diaries from when he was three or four, and I said, sure, planning to get to it later today. Then, driving home from an errand, realized the diaries are all packed up in storage too. Frank met with a contractor today for the first time to get a bid on the rebuild. So, progress. And the empty rooms are perfect space for the special one to roll all his cars around on the bare floor. On CNN, making dinner, heard the story of the critically ill children who had to be evacuated by train to Poland. The Special One playing safely nearby. Every bit of news out of Ukraine so devastating, another day of news that gets worse and worse.