#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

It’s good to be home. Yes, cold. Before coffee or food I drive to Needham, I need a blood test. Then coffee and a swim, a good one. Home to a little bit of brush work. The sun is trying. The river is black and placid. I have no groups today and I get caught up on some things and work on a poem revision. Gosh, where does the day go? Frank and I get some time, again, dinner just the two of us. I whip up some chicken quesadillas and we also visit a neighbor who is being stressed by another neighbor. We bring ice cream and cake for the kids. Because they are also stressed. It’s never right for kids to be stressed and not to feel safe in their own home. We are offered spaghetti, but we have eaten. There are stars out tonight. I look up. There’s so much room up there in the uncluttered sky where the stars are just starring and not stressing. I am feeling positive about my manuscript and I have the energy for it. Tonight I remember Frost, a favorite.