#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

The after effects of a heavy rain––deep color of moist. After my swim, early, i brought all the geraniums and outdoor potted plants inside. News of a cold overnight. We may not see frost here, but it’s soon and inevitable. They are tucked in under sunny windows of the French doors, and there are many. Then out to the river, drawn by the sun and the colors. I did a little bit of brush work. My body simply craved the work. And I enjoyed it. Went in for a client but she had to cancel for an emergency and then I had time to send out my newsletter. Perri and I ran Wave birthday errands in the afternoon. Tonight my Open mic program on Zoom was hacked and the show was spoiled and had to be rescheduled so I’m a bit grumbly about that experience. Just tired. There is a busy-ness in my head. Also, the writing retreat weekend I planned to attend at the end of the month was canceled. So, readjustments today. Easy life. Easy problems. There may be progress in Israel and Gaza. Something to cautiously hope for: less suffering. Less suffering, let us hope for less suffering.