Wednesday, December 17, 2025

     Not a single red leaf left on the old apricot tree now.  But the quince tree, hundreds of brown leaves are holding on tight. Spring in Monterey starts early, the bare limbs do not have long to wait.

    On Monday, my daughter’s two high school friends spend the afternoon rearranging her bedroom. I listened to the laughter, and chatter, and furniture being moved.  And the room is transformed into delightful area. 

     My two writing buddies spend the Monday morning writing with me. We do timed writing and then read and talk together.

     On Tuesday I am incapacitated with an esophagus problem.  My esophagus refused to work for a day. I don’t die. Eventually my body fixes the problem and I am now fine but a bit tired. Today, Wednesday is a good day again.