Sunday morning and I decide in the quiet house to stay in and write. No walk, no swim, until afternoon. I’m glad for the time to think and work without interruption. The house gets busy and friendly and noisy later on. Charlie and I walk and it’s cold, but not terribly. It’s a short walk, to see the ice, the river, the wetlands, the brook. My body says yes to this day off from the pool. I even have a nap. Late February Sunday is a great time for nap. And when I wake Frank is home from his trip with my daughter, there is a pizza party going on around the table and the gas fire is heating the room and the special one is playing with everyone who wants to play with him. Tonight I have my Play Lab online. It has doubled in size since the last showcase. My friend Tonya comes as an actor and there is wonderful energy and writing and such richness of voices and enthusiasm.