It was a crazy day, and a good one. I can't even remember back to morning very clearly.
I remember there was email, there were cats, one threw up, both pooped in the litter boxes.
There was a first rehearsal of a great song for an upcoming fundraiser, way out in a nearby town.
On the way home I stopped at the small organic food/seed/Persian tea place, where the owner was busy feeding people in his tiny place, and before I knew it there was a large plate of veggies and saffron rice and salad before me and he wouldn't let me pay.
Home; baked some GF cookies, headed out to a meeting with a friend and colleague. And on the way home, realized: I had a date with friends for dinner way up the hill in a nearby town, which I had totally forgotten.
I turned around and drove the half-hour up the hill.
It is a wonderful gift to dine and visit and talk with those friends with whom I can unfurl the whole spectrum: from humor to personal to political to deeply spiritual. What a treat.
And better yet, one of these wonderful folks lived nearby and had a can of gasoline from which he partially filled my tank, which I had not noticed, amid the rushing, had gone empty.
I drove back down the hill at a slow speed late at night beneath a mostly full moon.
Entered the house and immediately fed the cats, who gallantly forgave my awful tardiness.
They have eaten and are purring.
I am ready to fall into bed, grateful and deeply contented.