#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Well, today was certainly December at its dreariest. Snow melting in rain, exposing the dead grass in splotches. Fog, bare trees. Messy ice on the river melting. I went for my walk in boots. No skis. It was wet, but somewhat mild and pleasant despite all. Monday energy. Easier than I thought. The house with Frank and Wave and Perri home. Christmas litter. The tree will come down soon. Icy steps. But working on poems. Workshop helped me see what isn’t working with my poem. I spent time on it and brought it tonight to workshop and I think made some progress. Casual meal. Me not cooking. Frank made himself something yummy and I ate a purchased chicken breast and gave Wave his meatballs from the store. I’m on the receding side of energy for doing. We’re relaxing. Frank played tennis twice! Tonight I’m happy with the day. Weather is weather. There will be spring. The river is not impatient.