Night. Day closing. Babies fed and happy. Cookies from my neighbor, Nichole. Everything in place, pleasant and placid.
My sister on the Today Show today, and everyone texting me and asking questions. How to feel, mythic and mysterious. Jack hitting an RBI-double today, more loud and clanging in head. My babies, making more statements, each with their own thesis and proclamation. And I’m still interpreting.
Listening to Emancipator, “Tangerine Sour”. One of my favorite tracks, driving in the morning to SF, usually hear it in Marin but sometimes right as I land on Lombard St.
Closing the night. COLLECT.