Cleared the day to prepare for my Saturday event. But I have a chance to spend some morning time with the special one, and I take it. He likes to work outdoors very much. And that is what we do: there is a massive pile of leaves in the driveway that were raked by my daughter and not cleaned up. We get, instead of a walk, a workout in the yard cleaning up. It’s lovely outdoors, the sun comes out and heats us up. We have a cheerful morning, and the most exciting place is the frog pond. By evening, Frank is home from his business trip and the house fills up with activity. I lead the Journal of Expressive Writing Open Mic, with memoirist Lisa Lucca as the feature. A rich, rich, night of great sharings by a wide assortment of writers. I’m excited: tomorrow two dear friends will fly into town for a fun weekend. I have bought some very cheerful geraniums for outdoor pots.