Fell back asleep after alarm and dreamed up a doozy. Kept trying to wake myself up. Somehow. . . I was a teacher. . . and responsible for teaching Tucker Carlson’s kid. Whewy! I did wake up. And went right to writing my Aim for Astonishing bi-weekly e-mail prompt. And then my swim. A strong one in a busy, noisy pool. Met a friend with her dog for a walk and Charlie was happy to be out and about. The house was very very quiet—too quiet? today. And I thought about doing some organizing of closets. Yikes, it was a low moment. Then, instead of closet cleaning, I went up to appreciate the quiet by revising a poem for workshop tomorrow. Got pretty lost in it. And then it was time for dinner with Frank, and a spontaneous visit from our son who seems to be glad we’re home and around and we are getting some nice, reconnecting time with him. I was thinking, in the pool, how special our time away was, the long-lasting and deep conversations. The pleasant busy-ness and camaraderie. And yet, it was hard to get focused time to write and think about my writing. And I had that time today and was glad.