A restorative practice

Twas the night before Christmas, and I'm down in the basement, looking ahead and planning out activities for my art and for Grant, lining up a new babysitter and a new "free space."

It's very quiet in the basement today with one load of laundry abandoned on the table. The book shelf is looking well stocked, somebody must have cleaned out their own private shelf, and I'm making slow progress through this holidaze. I did get to the Whitney yesterday and saw the Kiki Smith and saw a great play, Grey Gardens, on Broadway. Now to do some more resting on this night and celebrate my wedding anniversary.