I wake a bit depressed. This too is something to celebrate. Life's sufferings a counterpoint to its joys.
The quiet I always crave in the midst of the whirlwind that is my usual daily life is bittersweet this morning. Larry left early this morning for his San Jose soujourn. The house is a wreck, strewn with remants of our mad dashes back and forth between our home here in the country and our working weeks in the city. Winter clothes destined for upstairs storage haven't quite made it to their summer destination. But, it's a good day for the packing up I need to do. Overcast, with promise of rain, I don't feel pulled outdoors to weed and watch the grass grow.
Having left everything to this last minute, the idea of pulling together everything I need for my residency at Omega--art supplies, clothes, music, drums and more --is an overwhelming task. But I've got all day. Morning coffee is one more moment of procrastination before I begin.
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