Into the wet wet woods with Charlie. Admittedly, a spirit a bit challenged by the low light and the rain over the brown. Some berries glow in the wetlands. I swim, a good swim, indoors, of course, after drying Charlie off. I had a lot to do today and got a lot done. A bit of a plod. I was all ready for my Monologue Showcase tonight. I did some bill paying, some Christmas shopping, some tidying. And fussed with my poem for tomorrow. And fussed some more and sent if off, a very fussed over poem I’m still unsure about. I threw the pumpkins and the mums into the compost in the rain. Clearing the entryways for holiday trimmings to come. The berries, perhaps, offering inspiration. I tried a new chicken recipe, and it went well for dinner, which was rushed, as I had my showcase. Done! Very moving, these monologues and performances. I feel the rain tonight in such a different way than last night. How can it be warming one night, and oppressive the next? December, it’s like that. It’s a good year for berries, plentiful in the wetlands. The birds, and my eyes, will have their feasting.