GreenNode of Simmer

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The smattering/splattering of rain we had last night was not enough to do more than moisten the drought-dried grass, but the storm did bring in some welcome cooler air. It's been one of those days when our schedules were just off, and in different directions. I woke up at 6 and finally rose at 7, while the Sparrowhawk slept until nearly 9. I couldn't do anything noisy until he was up. He was really tired and hasn't felt well today. I listened to an interesting talk on money and inheritance in "Sense and Sensibility," did five loads of laundry--towels, sheets, and the Sparrowhawk's clothes--had a Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, tried to get back to a little writing but without much success, fixed us a little dinner, and mysteriously ran out of gas. The day is still bright and welcoming! Little children are still playing in the streets! And I just want to go back to sleep . . . . It's frustrating. But I guess not entirely unreasonable that we might need a little recuperation after a few days of big energy.

We were looking through some old pictures, at the Diva's request. She wanted some memories of third grade. They were very sweet, but I had to stop after I saw one of my brother and me sitting on the porch at our parents' old house. Too many beloved faces of people who are gone.