Not a run today, but a walk. Such rain last night and the wet earth and the green grass and the healthy plants and the puddles on fallen leaves. Ukrainian support group, deep dive. Oh, a lot of listening today. In the afternoon, working on my new manuscript, prep for meeting with Vanessa to discuss in on Thursday, and interrupted, knock on door. Letting daughter in. Coming for some expressive therapy, and I am able to help. Another glorious moment to mention: getting to sing someone special to sleep. I have been wanted and needed and appreciated in all the right ways. Gosh. My manuscript: my work ahead. Getting to choose this. Writing in shorthand tonight.