#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

. . .Was He afraid — or tranquil —
Might He know
How Conscious Consciousness — could grow —
Till Love that was — and Love too best to be —
Meet — and the Junction be Eternity. . .

~ Emily Dickinson

After early with Chip, playing and walking, I crawl back into bed for a bit and close my eyes. But I have a visitor. A visitor who wants to know if I’m am ticklish. Are my feet ticklish? He is at the foot of the bed, finding my feet, trying to tickle them. This search for my ticklish spot goes on for a bit. Then he doesn’t want me to be in my own bed, I must come to his mother’s bed and we must all be in bed there together. All I want is to close my eyes and get a catnap. Finally I do. And my daughter’s asleep and then we’re all wait getting Wave up for school. I love having him home. Somehow she gets him out the door after I make his pancake and eggs, bleary eyed from sleep. Frank is home! As soon as he walked in I took a long nap. I did get the manuscript sent out twice today. And I got some good brush work done in between Chippie walks. Nice to go for an early dinner and chat with Frank before pickle. Home to Chippie and my son and Frank and I take him out in the dark and damp evening to the river. I hope to have a new poem tomorrow. Hmmmm. We’ll see.