Rite continues to be mothering, homemaking, the smallest bit of writing. The season is slipping by greyer & greyer, darker & darker. Since the baby shouldn’t go out yet except when necessary, on weekdays I usually don’t get to leave the house until my owner comes home. I go out in the twilight & come back at night. I tend not to like night driving, the way my eyes have been for years, but as I get less choice & more practice I’m starting to relax about it. A little.