at the end of this week...

I'm a year older, my students threw me a surprise party, my son has left Philadelphia, another student got good publishing news and another won a Fulbright, my son has moved across the river from New York City (those bruises you see? that's me, after lugging many boxes many many blocks in a lovely town that has no parking and very narrow streets; that smile? my son is so happy), three client projects are done, one book proposal has been submitted, one 800-word piece for the Inquirer took fourteen hours (yep, I'm slowing down, folks), Tamra sent me a card that I love, love, love, and Kelly and I took a beautiful walk.



Now off to see "The Trip to Bountiful" with my father.



We do what we do.