So many best parts of this day. Getting my grandson off to school, and he calling through the open. window of the car’s back seat as his mother drove him off to school: Bye Grammy! Which felt like thank you. For making him his egg and all my kind words. And my time with a client, writing about her brother. And lunch with Frank and a chance to connect, up in my office, my feet at the heater. And picking Wave up from school, intentionally dressing for the cold outdoors. Offering him a choice of places to walk. We agreed on Broadmoor, our favorite place, an Audubon property, a sanctuary. And every moment of the afternoon with him was play. Little games we love to play with each other. Making a game out of everything, really. And he wanted to run and run and run once we were there, and truly I cannot beat him easily. We play a game of tricking each other to sneak ahead. He wanted to go to the waterfall. We ran to the waterfall. He wanted to get close. I wanted not to get too close. Ice and water, icy water, but we got close enough to the rushing water through the big balls of ice. Then, the run back until he was too tired and needed to be on my back. And us laughing all the way back to the car, playing our little games. All the ride home, he had his Buzz Lightyear toy and I had to be the voice of Buzz and the voice of grammy. Home, how he hurried me into the toy room to have Buzz meet all the toys! I loved this day. And it stayed great, starting my Tuesday night writers, and the fabulous session we had. Sigh. I am only listening to bits and pieces of news. Feeling for the people in LA. Hoping for the hostage release and prisoner exchange. And mostly appreciating being lost in a long audiobook novel that is not political and is captivating: Return of the Native, by Thomas Hardy, my escape valve.