There is such quiet and peace in the blue brook, the waving threads of grass. After my swim, Charlie and I walk. I feel so energetic and happy in the pool. There is frost. My day is framed by visitations: I am woken by a little boy who wants to climb in my bed and play crocodile and sloth. Out the windows, I show him frost. He has a pancake for the ride to school. I have help from my friend on my poem and I make my revisions, and her suggestions really work. I have prep today for Play Lab tonight which goes well. I like these beginning phases: trial and error. Risk. Problem-solving. My daughter buys quarts of soup from the bakery so we will have hot, fresh soups tonight instead of cooking. Phew! Frank invites me to a late afternoon meeting online that he has been invited to: Condoleezza Rice being interviewed about the state of the world, live. It was compelling to hear her take on Israel, Gaza, the Middle East, Russia and Ukraine and China. Then, the soup at the fire. My Play Lab. And then I discover Wave needs second supper. He has not eaten enough of his dinner and I take him downstairs for seconds of soup, lots of carrots, and a croissant with melted cheese. Yoga and wrestling. I had one more geranium pot to rescue from the frost. Now, it is safe and warm for winter in the sunniest windows of the house with all its geranium pals.