Sean left one year ago today. That day–the day he moved out–was a grim one. I described it a little bit here, when I found the energy to write about what was happening last fall. It took me a while. And I’m still not sufficiently distant from the experience to write well about it. This summer, in Taos, I worked on a piece I hope to develop into something significant–something about my life with Sean. But it’s difficult to not sound maudlin.

But back to today…it’s raining, pouring. For the first time in a long time, I have the windows and doors open and the air conditioning turned off. Perhaps this long summer is coming to an end? Animals and children are sleeping. I relish the early morning hours when I can roust myself from bed, listen to Weekend Edition, drink too much coffee, read the paper, and post something on my blog. I am grateful for all I have today. I am blessed to be here.