Cape Cod

I was supposed to hand in two home design articles before I left, but time ran away with me like the dish ran away with the spoon. So I just worked two hours, from 10 to midnight. One down, one to go, likely tomorrow evening. 

I miss people when I come to the Cape. My mother, my father, my Figgy. It tugs my heart strings to remember her little self, all the things we did here, the hikes and the swims and her August birthdays. And then I think back on the rocky patches in high school, the undertows, and it pains me that I couldn't foresee and prevent them. I couldn't protect her, though I tried. I did try.

At the same time, I am profoundly grateful for the gift of this house, this place.

Good night. Coyote reports have me worried about taking Sug out. It's dark and quiet up here at night.