This was what Jack and I looked like last night in the bed. I took the picture to send to Mr. Moon who was in the bathtub.
It's so exciting around here.
Anyway, Jack was so smushed up to my face that I thought he was trying to merge his soul with mine. Maurice slept with us the night before and he was probably reclaiming what he regards as his space and his human. He likes to cuddle up next to my head when I'm still reading which is somewhat annoying but when I go to turn the light out, he moves down by my legs and snuggles up there. He's a good cat to sleep with although his bulk makes it hard to pull the covers up as high as I'd like sometimes in the middle of the night. He weighs as much as a pit bull.
I think the highlight of my day today was talking to a friend on the phone. We've never met in person but I feel a complete ease and connection with her. We talked about serious stuff but we laughed a lot too. I swear- I do not know what I'd do without women friends. Perhaps because of my tattered relationship with my mother, I have always craved relationships with women. I do not feel the need to be mothered as much as I feel the need to be able to share without feeling judged or disapproved of. Women do mother each other- that's the way it is. But it can be a give and a take, a back and a forth. In short, a joy.
The weather has been beyond beautiful the past few days. I hung the sheets and clothes on the line again today. I'm listening to a Stephen King book, narrated by Will Patton as I go about my chores. The book is the best thing I've read by King in a long time- The Outsider. It could just be that Patton is the narrator. He could probably read Danielle Steel and make me think I'm listening to a great book. But it's a book that makes me feel like I am in the hands of a pro, someone who knows exactly what they are doing with a plot and the characters. I'm not even halfway through so I could end up having a vastly different opinion but for now, it's perfect for going through my days with a story in my ears. I know a lot of people have very little respect for King but the man can tell a story and oh, how I love a good one!
I've baked a cake today for Rachel whose birthday is tomorrow. I've candied violets (a first for me) but I'm not sure they're going to even be worth putting on the cake even IF I can get them off the wax paper they're on, which is a BIG if. We shall see.
It's truly been a day of not-much. Not much at all. And yet, I haven't minded. My thoughts have entertained me, the small things I've done have somehow satisfied me. I think it is a huge relief for me knowing that there are grown-ups in the White House who are taking care of things in a grown-up way. The fear that we all felt for four long, long years was ever-present and ever-palpable and it has been relieved. I am not saying that I am certain that the world is A-OK now but I am saying that the constant worry and stress of that worry has lightened so much. I doubt we even knew how much stress that put on all of us. In a way, it's just ridiculously great that the big news right now is Meghan and Harry's interview with Oprah. I really don't care about that specific situation at all AND I DON'T HAVE TO!
Okay. It's Friday. Clean sheets on the bed. Hopefully wasp-free. An icy cold martini at my side. A sweet husband who has finally come in the house from a day spent outside making earth boxes. A supper to make. Birds are still at the feeder, even as dusk falls. I can hear them cracking the seeds they're eating in their strong little beaks. The hens are making their settling-down noises in the hen house. I have hung the hummingbird feeder out, having heard that the tiny birds are back. I am excited to see if they come around.
Here's a picture Lily sent around of Maggie in the garden with her basket of gathered green goodness.
Happy Friday, y'all.