Wash out

Well, I got no writing done yesterday, mostly because my tutoring sessions were totally booked. I'm glad that I'm taking sessions myself this summer, as I love the work and I think it's important to stay grounded in the practice. But then I came home and M was mid-crisis. Seven swans -- all of them except the dominant pair and their new cygnets -- disappeared from the park sometime between Friday evening and Saturday morning. PLEASE NO SPECULATION IN COMMENTS. M's been tracking the behavior of the park swans for a decade, one of them had a damaged wing, and they did not just fly off. The point, though, is they've been devastated all week, and I came home to find them drunk and depressed and feeling hopeless and just a mess. Poor thing. But also no space for me to get any writing done in the evening, as I'd hoped. Life happens. At least M gets to go out on a boat today -- after a four year absence, the park has a new weed harvester, which is a boat that is used to clear the main waterbody of weeds and algae and etc. And M is the captain. (Dammit, I still feel awkward using the singular "they" at the same time that I approve of it politically.)

Working at home today and only minor errands so will meet and hopefully surpass goal but unlikely to actually catch up. Still, on the train to and from work yesterday I was imagining scenes in my head.