#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

I wake to an unscheduled day. A long walk in the cold, into the wetlands, along the river. It’s so fresh and invigorating. I have a long talk with a friend and get lost in it. It’s good, but I lose track of time. I make a batch of molasses cookies for friends, and Frank has picked up sandwiches and we take all this over to our friends’ house for a spontaneous lunch. Such a rare thing for Frank and I both to be free on a Friday to do this. In the afternoon, I work on revising a poem and start working on another and a nap takes over. A necessary wonderful nap. Then pickle tonight. So much fun! Dinner with friends and Franci after. A full and wonderful day. Wave is home. He will fill the house this weekend. Some snow is coming this weekend. The news is terrible and more terrible. I keep seeing Renee Good’s face in the video speaking to ICE and smiling. “I’m not mad at you.” It’s too terrible to digest.