Today was another non-productive day, but it felt different from the previous one. I saw my mother, and got to witness her living in the past. It was sad and not sad at the same time. Not sure I can explain. She didn’t know me, yet she was living a moment that was real to her. *Shedding a few tears here.*
I had lunch with a new friend, and we talked books an publication for two hours. After that, Rick and I gave away a cedar armoir, a bookcase and a desk to a lovely couple. Though I got no writing done, I feel it was a great day, and I’m thankful to God for peace.