I woke up at 6 today, after a night of restless sleep. My husband is gone and I hit a bird while I was driving home. It flew into my windshield. Birdshield. It was a male cardinal. My neighbors are fighting and yelling loudly about it - whatever it is that they're fighting about, not the bird. Everyone has left after the weekend. My recital is done. Finished. Even though I feel a little on the empty end of things, I feel really free, relaxed, and maybe even refreshed.
And then THIS! Wow! Go, Mara, go! I'll see you soon, I'm quite sure.
