#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Charles River Dusk, Trestle Bridge

For one solid hour I hit the snooze button. Finally, up and so confused. Tired and what day is this? I got myself quite confused because it’s not normally a day when Wave is not home. No getting him off to school. I didn’t swim, didn’t think I had time before an early appointment. Showed up for my 9:30 a.m. appointment and realized, wait! It’s only 8:30! So I swam, a shorter swim, and walked Charlie, a shorter walk, and never quite got over the sense of confusion about this day. We seem to all be overtired. It was cold out. Some leaves still cling to trees and take in the light, even though they’ve gone to rust. Best part of day, Wave came home for an hour and he wanted me to visit him for a bath, and then we napped briefly, except we didn’t sleep, but it was warm and relaxing to be together, his mother and me and himself. Just the women of the house here for dinner, a casual one. And then tonight, a wonderful reading by the poet Cynthia Manick for my Journal of Expressive Writing Feature and open mic. Quite a beautiful and moving evening of poetry and writing. And pleasure, tonight. slipping into bed for some much desired sleep.