That’s what it’s doing outside, dripping from the sky. I suppose folks from Atlanta wish they could have the same wet weather.
The photo shows Veeka and I dancing at a Greek festival in Seattle. We looked like that last night when I put on “Joyful Mysteries,” a beautiful CD of piano music by Mary Lyman Jackson and Veeka and I danced to it.
As the year gets later and darker, the commute home becomes worse and worse. I used to be able to leave at 5 and be at the daycare just before 6. Now I am usually 10 minutes late at least. The traffic in recent weeks has been horrible. It’s the worst part of my day.
I am in the last few days of getting a large book manuscript together. Wednesday is the deadline and I’m up late each night working on it, which makes me even more exhausted each morning. It’s also a busy time work-wise; I will be in Baltimore the first part of this week covering the U.S. Catholic bishops’ annual meeting (driving through 2 rush hours to get there and back is a real joy as well), then I head down to the Fairfax County courthouse to cover a huge trial with the Episcopal Church and the Diocese of Virginia suing a group of 11 churches that have pulled out of the denomination. I’ll have an article in Monday’s paper that explains it all.
Anyway I’ve lined up 2 babysitters this weekend to help with Veeka’s care. It will be a tiring weekend, followed by an exhausting week. The good part will be getting that second half of my book advance.