Taps of rain tonight on the window. Quiet house. I never got my walk after my swim this morning. What a busy household! The tree trucks and tree workers in driveway and yard, and the household busy with children and my writer’s group. The day whooshed away and in the late afternoon I drove into Medford, a little reluctantly, as it would have also been nice to stay in, but Lily poetry, my publisher, was hosting a reading at a Brewery in Medford and I wanted, also, to be out with friends and poetry. The traffic wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it might be, and I was very glad I went and read from my collection with other Lily poets. A quiet, intimate venue, and a group of us enjoying each other read. Worth the trip, and I was glad I stepped out into the evening. The rain started on the way home in the dark. Now, at home, it’s a cozy element of the evening. Lovely to sleep by.