new moon

im sitting here feeling satisfied with my tummy full of hot milk and cinnamon. i'd like to write more, but i keep stopping, to sip my milk, to listen to the peepers and the bullfrogs, to feel the cool breeze tickle my neck through the lace curtains.

the puppies are tucked away, even Beloved has gone to bed. i have a busy weekend planned, whatever i end up doing.

it's been a nicely balanced week. i accomplished just about everything on my to-do list, made some progress on fulfulling my Wish List, and gave some deep and serious consideration to what my next Writing Project will be. i saw six clients, helped out with baby jake. i attempted to broker at least a state of detente between my mother and my sister, who are about to launch a full scale Cold War.

im going to go to bed now, and ask for a Dream. it's a good night to lie in bed and Listen.

and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.