It’s light out past 5:00 p.m. which is throwing me off. In a nice way. Changing the evening. Lengthening it. And I am waking early from deep sleeps. This morning I tried to get Charlie to go out into the wetlands with me to look at the ice but he stayed back. And I talked on the phone with a dear friend instead of paying a lot of attention to the ice. It’s really so difficult to try and walk. The snow is brittle and breaks under foot. The ice is very hard and slippery. Also, not fresh. Anyway, I had a great swim of laps. Wave came down and asked me where is the lady who makes everything for. me. I had no idea what he meant. I finally figured out he wanted to talk to Cook. Instead of me. So, I found Cook for him, with her English accent, she made him a bagel with extra cream cheese. Then he asked for Grammy and we played a game of War while he ate. All the past two days I have been wondering when my next poem would come. And I felt like I might not get one. That comes from trying to force something. I didn’t know I’d get a poem draft tonight. The house was quiet. I felt stuck. I opened "Frank: Sonnets” which I’ve just renewed from the library by Diane Seuss and read her the first two poems in her book and laughed out loud. They’re so good. And then I opened some notes and dug in because she warmed me up to a sense of voice. A voice for poem I didn’t know I’d write. About a great grandfather I never met. Lost for the next couple of hours into this timeless sense. Don’t know if it’s any good. Kind of think it isn’t yet. Tomorrow I have a webinar and I want to bake and frost the cookies Wave and I made dough for yesterday. That’s priority number one as it’s our last day of vacation with him here. And Franci came in the late afternoon and played with him. And he took a hammer outside with his gloves on and helped Frank chop ice. Franci challenged me to ping pong before she left. We play two out of three winner gets $5. I won again. Pickle is improving my game.