A good day

I systematically arrived 20 minutes early while thinking myself 10 minutes late.

But I also spent most of the afternoon talking with a dear friend about my grandmother, and families, and writing, and so many other things. When I left, the sun had finally came out of the clouds, and I felt like I, too, had finally came out of my winter fog.

And then theater. The play wasn't great, but it was carried by a wonderful actress who, at 80, is a force of nature. (Here she is during the Q and A after the play.) Just for her, it was worthed. Then late dinner with friends.

A good day. A very, very good day indeed.

I backblipped for Monday .