We backed away from the groaning board so we could lie down a bit.
Today's hike was through the fog. No people. No dogs. Just us and the leafy trail. Patches of light. Two eagles in a tree and a platoon of coots moving back and forth as one bird on the still lake.
I thought of my blood family, living and dead. Everywhere, I wish them well. May they be at peace today.
Tomorrow I ride the Bainbridge ferry to interview two midwives. A ferry adventure. I'll take knitting and music.