I can barely remember back to this morning.
What I do know is that reading the accumulation of bad news that comes to my email really does me in.
The good news is that I spoke to family, and that some may be coming in to visit a bit later in the summer.
And Bracha the Cat is snuggled up to my side on her hot pink towel on the little salmon sofa, terribly skinny, but purring.
I finally resumed working on the book.
I resumed reading what I had written much earlier, continuing to put various colored sticky tabs on parts I think should be included.
I am especially touched and moved by the responses people have sent---truly, you have not let me walk this particular lonesome valley all by myself.
I am more grateful than I know how to say.