The Day Which Must Be Honored ...

I woke up with nothing. But it was Wednesday. And that must be honored.

E stuck with me. Bless her sweet heart. All damn day, in the car with a depressed person, and she stuck with me. Protecting the silence when necessary. Actually making me laugh here and there. And just talking, languidly, in that way that only people who know each other for decades, and who don't have to put on a show, can.

After breakfast, we drove out route 80, over the river, over the mountains, and did the scenic drive for the third time in three months. I'm not getting tired of it, particularly the bends in the road, between the stream and the rock walls. We got out and stretched our legs, and a dragonfly flew past me at the edge of the water. Grace.

We ended up crossing back over to the Jersey side, so E could seek out some Lindbergh scavenger hunt stuff, after being inspired from yesterday's class. We went to the state police museum on route 29, which had some artifacts (and where we found a $20 in the parking lot!!) and drove around Hopewell a bit until we found the entrance to the old estate, which is now a juvenile detention center.

After deciding against going to see a dumb movie, we grabbed a light snack and headed back to New Hope, but not before discovering a totally new park / canal crossing, hidden in plain sight these last dozen plus years. We will return there in the Autumn and have a picnic. Oh, how different life will be then ...

Parking in town was a bit tough, as there was a show at the playhouse, so we parked far and walked along the exceedingly humid canal, which was a mistake, before landing at Farley's, where I got my first Borges book, and spent time with my pal Butter. Before it got dark, we started for home, stopping at Stewart's for french fries and at the Flemington courthouse so E could complete her Lindbergh trifecta.

We've been home since about 10pm. We watched a Game of Thrones episode. And now she is asleep and I am up here, and though I already feel the malaise creeping back in, I am still filled with gratitude, for the steadfast tradition of Wednesdays, which is honored no matter what, and for E, who is filling her life with stimuli and is taking care of me better than she has in our entire lives.

Mercy.