I overslept. Miraculously I was not all that bothered by it; just figured we'd get to school on time, or not. When I raised the shades in the boys' room, there was the moon, huge, luminous, low on the horizon and reflected on the water. Rising or setting, I don't know which.
Later. In the car, heading to the Children's Theatre with a car full of kindergartners. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time." "Is it ok if I cough during the play?" "What if I think something's funny - is it ok to laugh? What if it's not supposed to be funny?" "Your car is almost as dirty as ours."
Later still. Alexi picks them up from school and from there they all go to hockey practice. I go running in the last of the daylight, the golden hour, though the light is more pale yellow than golden this time of year, I noticed. I'm not used to all the traffic noise I heard - it's really quiet mid-morning when I usually run - but I didn't mind. I thought about the drivers of those cars and how they must be so glad to be coming home to such a glorious evening, they must be in a hurry because daylight is fading fast.