A Tuesday That Felt Like A Wednesday ...

We really only meant to go around the corner to the A&P for a few groceries. Yet somehow that turned into grabbing bagels to go and wandering out to Seven Lakes / Bear Mountain. I was still in my pajamas. It was near 90 degrees. But somehow it didn't matter. It was quiet and Arcadian and the birds were singing and it was as perfect as it could have possibly been.

I found a rehearsal spot for BA & I for next week, when she is going to need some extra attention. (More when it happens.) She even called me while I was standing where the pics above were taken, to tell me about another possible NYC performance opportunity for us. Things are happening, even on days like this.

It was unfortunate we had to go home, but E had to work, so we went home, and though I did get some good and productive things done, the heart of the day was that four hours, 10-2, where everything was green and silent and right. But what a gift ...