He says scrambled, not dipping, eggs this morning. And off to school he goes with his breakfast packed to go, and his juice and his hot chocolate, and I won’t see him again until Sunday night. I go off to the pool, another hour swim, delicious, and home for a quick, very quick walk in the wetlands with Charlie as I have a client. I do not achieve all I want today, to work on the manuscript. I try, but there are many distractions. And time to process and not feel pressure. I was upset by something, and then did my best to re-focus, and then I let go and went off to enjoy some errands. Some days, that’s what needs to be done. We had to cancel playing pickle for a variety of reasons, and had a pleasant night at home instead. It’s raw outside, this weather. Wet and cold and under a blanket by the fire with ice cream after dinner was exactly where I needed to be. I did work a bit on the rewriting, into prose, a poem that needs revision. Even getting a little bit done today is enough.