. . . Thursday
Try on new white dress
Gardening—watch out for narrow fellows in grass!
Gingerbread, cakes, treats
Poems: Write and hide them . . .

~ Excerpt from “Emily Dickinson’s To-Do List, by Andrea Carlisle

Only time for a very short walk before the meeting of the monthly support group for leaders of the Ukrainian therapists groups. It’s London time this time. I am glad I cut my walk short and go. There are twenty three of us. A large group that is trying to learn what it is, in the same way that each of us is running a group that’s trying to figure out what it is. Next time, it is decided, we will use break out rooms so there can be more intimacy and sharing, and this makes sense to me. Gosh––i’m writing this tonight with eyes that won’t stay open! I swam at Farm Pond right after lunch. I wanted to make sure and miss the thunderstorms, and I did. The water was cool and delicious. Sun on my back I swam heartily and gratefully. This gave me just the right energy. I went home and plowed through my to-do list, finishing and sending the essay and poems for the journal that’s publishing 4 of them. Then, kept plowing and got enough done from my list that I felt celebratory. Splashed around for a long time with the Special One and all the happy children, the many happy children in the kiddie pool at the club. Sleep is well earned tonight.