A bit of a melting is beginning. All the slick ice of warming and disintegrating. Breaks in the brook, water streaming. I have gone out before my swim with Charlie into the ice of the brook, a short walk. A sense of spring. Enlarging. Cracking open. Soon. This late February. Then my swim. I was really looking forward to morning poetry but it had to be canceled. I got lots of other beginning of the week emails done instead. Yes, yes, yes. House of Mirth is much more captivating to me than Age of Innocence. I know Lily is going down. I know how this novel ends. Still, I care about her and her journey. Thank you Edith, for all your amazing writing. I am quite tired today. Again, Brittany woke me at 4:55 a.m. Ugh. Grabbed a very brief catnap before picking Wave up from school, my delight. He was excited by the plan to go to the library. But when we got to our library it was closed. Closed on Mondays! So we had to backtrack and drive back to Wellesley. And play our games in the car. And he had a great time in the lovely children’s room. Until he was starving. I rushed him home for dinner through the kind of meltdown that happens for a hungry four year old. He’s all charm after dinner. Bouncing around my room after his bath. Frank says, you look so much like me tonight––he means little Frankie. Wave’s shampooed hair has a slight wave, and for the first time I see that perhaps he might grown into Frank’s curls. Then Wave jumps around on my couch and pretends to be his Aunt Franci. So I get some nice time with Franci and she isn’t even here. Thanks to Wave. He’s so happy to have us home.