Friday, January 08, 2021

Poem for Friday and Hanging with Family

It's all I have to bring today
By Emily Dickinson

It's all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.


My brain is completely fried from trying to keep up with the news the past two days. I didn't get a lot accomplished on Thursday, not even folding laundry, though I probably read more tweets than I ever have before in my life. We put on the TV at lunchtime hoping to see Pelosi's press conference and instead got Biden's on all channels, but that was fine -- forward-thinking, accomplished, a little boring, just the kind of administration we all could use. 

We all took a walk around the neighborhood on which we were eventually joined by Adam's friend Daniel, plus we bumped into the neighbor whose dog he used to walk and her current canine. After everyone was finished working, we had dinner with my parents. When we came home, we watched Pi because we discovered Adam hadn't seen it and a few years ago we'd been in line behind Ben Shenkman in a Brooklyn pizza restaurant with him; it remains very creative. 

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