The dishes are clean. The house is getting aired-out and springified.
The taxes have been sent off - both ours and my mother's.
We are now clearer on goals for our house, for C's future, for our next stage - whatever that is.
My writing group is more active than it's been in years, and I've been absent.
I have full notes on the trip to Florence sitting in e-folders.
I spent from 9 - 1 yesterday playing at a magnificent poetry workshop given by Scott Beal, whom C is also lucky enough to have as his short story workshop leader. Even better, I got to play with Anno at the workshop.
It was the perfect entree to my enforced leave from writing.