Where’s Frank? I wake at six and his car is gone. I can’t make sense of this. Call him. He’s at the airport. Aha! I forgot he was flying out for a couple of days. I swim under the clouds and have a short walk to the river, the brook, the garden. There are squash blossoms and the peas are climbing and the beans have blossoms too. Wave helps me plant some lemon balm, basil, sage, and mint in one of the boxes. I miss an afternoon appointment with my mentor. I confuse the time. I have been preoccupied, watching Wave. And thinking about hosting my Wednesday morning writers annual end of year readings. Tonight, in bed, so happy after a wonderfully successful evening. As I was setting up and cooking my enchiladas in the late afternoon, the house was so quiet. Strange to be hosting a party without Frank here. But once everyone arrives it doesn’t feel strange anymore. The food is delicious, the doors are wide open to a summer evening. The readings of the members are exceptional. I am so happy we have had this evening. I enjoy cleaning up after everyone leaves. It’s not a chore, it’s a chance to think about the evening and burn of the happy energy so I can sleep. And now, I am so, so sleepy and grateful for this day.