Monday

I threw out the pumpkins on the porch, and got rid of all things harvest looking inside and out, aside from the wet leaves. I worked on those, but couldn’t eradicate them.

I grocery shopped and did laundry. Mailed packages, dropped off drycleaning, and went to the bank. The postal clerk was grim. The grocery store staff seemed to be in a state of post-traumatic stress; probably from a harried week at work last week leading up to Thankgsiving. Those I’m on a first name basis with barely said hello.

I paid bills, answered emails, and diminished my task list. It felt good to be productive and focused.

The sun was out, intermittently. Abbott raked for money, then I worked outside while the boys played street hockey with a neighbor. We stayed out until the sun was all the way down and the street was lit by the crescent moon.

While I worked my mind wandered to a couple of changes I’ve put in motion; I’ve surprised myself in overcoming inertia. I dream about what certain aspects of the future will look like. I’m sure you do, too.