reviewing the day

Foggy, misty, wet, gray, dark, irrelevant.





The day after Christmas.

On the bright side, there were daughters. Their presence made the day warm, luminescent, funny, relevant.


In the early afternoon, Ed and I poured over a book on Tobago – a place I am urging him to visit (with me, soon) and which, in spite of insignificant costs to him or me – he refuses to seriously consider. Weather comparisons notwithstanding (it is 85 F there at the moment).

The fog grew dense, the roads went from being merely wet to being wet and slick. Nevertheless, we ate dinner elsewhere. I needed to not worry about food. Just on this one day after.