Many people are alive but don’t touch the miracle of being alive.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh

A red dawn, had a kind of fierceness to it. Like my mood. I was overtired, and anxious. I was glad, however, that I had a poem for workshop, and I tried to look forward to that. But it wasn’t a smooth early start to the day. There was hectic in the house and I brought my own frustrations and anxiety to it, even though I tried for inner calm. That glaring sunrise! I went into my daughter’s area, she was asleep and there was some strange alarm on, not a clock, but a machine of some sort, and my shoulders were bare, I was only wearing a towel, on my way to the pool, and when I approached the screen to find the alarm her cat, from her high seat on the window startled and leapt onto my shoulders and leapt off onto the floor and cowered in the corner while I hollered in pain from the clawing. I also had to kind of laugh. I am not a cat person. The cat is not a Kelly person. I drove Wave to school and he wasn’t in the best of moods. After my poetry workshop I did start to feel better. Ate lunch with Frank. Happy with my poem. Got more energy for the afternoon and went for a walk. Made a delicious dinner. Apologized for my frustration and anxiety to my daughter. Started my packing. Going to a Playback Workshop tonight with Frank on neurodivergency. Looking forward to a good sleep tonight.