#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Lamp

Today started with a grumbly mood I couldn’t easily shake. A November-y grumble, I guess. I had a busy day. Four groups to run, all of which I like. I woke early to prep. Got my nice swim in, but didn’t feel as energetic as I like. Still, got my laps all in. Hosted my Charles River Writers. So special, as usual. The writing so good, so heartening. Then my Israeli group. Emotional. Then my play lab this afternoon, and my Grandmother Readings event for the writers from my grandmother workshop to read on Zoom for an audience. And by the end of the event I just feel full of joy. All the grumble worked out of the day because of all the richness from being with writers. How lucky I am. Then, thinking everyone was in bed and possibly asleep, I got ready for bed myself. Then I heard a voice calling my name. Grammy. . . grammy. . . and the little person came in and told me a sad tale of his mother’s woe and said I was needed to give her a shoulder rub. And after she got hers, he needed his. Done. Cheerfully so. And now, happily in bed for me.