It is Saturday. Safe harbor day. There is still so much to do, but I am not afraid of working. Today there is only my own work to do, words and numbers and a leaning into order, no supervising or advising, no phone calls, no questions, no titles and introductions, bright faces and cheerfulness, no improvised exchanges.
I am here. The sun is in the blue. The dog is in my lap. The birds are nesting. I shall run my fingers through all the loose ends, smoothing and settling. I am glad.