Friday. Sheets of rain are falling outside my living room window. Julia is in New Hampshire at sleep-away camp and I am so glad I packed some warm clothes, her rain jacket and a long poncho for her!
I has been lovely being a grown up for the week. I’ve not really cooked a single meal—lots of breakfasts out and left over freezer stuff popped into the microwave. I’ve eaten supper at 10 at night when I finished my work, and I’ve written long overdue emails although I’ve just gotten to a few today that I thought I’d write a few days ago.
I’ve printed out about half the memoir pieces I’ve written and pinned them up on a wall in my study with the hope of finding some order for them. Right now, the pieces are in rows but I am imagining changing that to be a winding path up the office wall. Pretty appropriate considering my story—absolutely no straight lines!
I’ve booked places to stay in Tokyo and the first week in Hanoi. I need to get serious about making notes of places we can visit and restaurants we can go to.
The rain, as quickly as it began, has abruptly stopped. And for a moment there is a breeze.