Yesterday was a work day--a class on poetic research that, at least for me, was really fun. Meanwhile, T and the kids hung out, all descending on me later in the afternoon before everyone split up for the evening. T had made reservations for the two of us at a Japanese restaurant with a sushi tasting menu, which gave us a chance to take a long walk on either end of our meal. And then we fell asleep pretty quickly, no doubt a side effect of my insomniac night before.

This morning we'll meet the kids for a diner breakfast and then make our way back into Manhattan to catch our bus. It's been a tremendous weekend--so good on so many levels--but it's time to find my way back into my familiar days. I'll head to Monson on Tuesday, then start a new editing project, begin the next round of class planning, try to sort myself into the demands of winter, of work, of my own thoughts.