I started my drive home yesterday in rain and snow, but the weather softened by the time I reached southern New Hampshire traffic, which was a help.  I spent the bulk of my afternoon on the couch with a Dickens novel, which was restorative, after a weekend of hardly reading anything at all. But then I got a call to say that my son's partner is in the hospital, which ratcheted the worry back up. Unclear what is actually going on, but they've been sick for a few weeks and things seem to be snowballing. Today we should learn more.

It's been raining all night and will rain more later in the day, but I hope to squeeze in a walk. I'll get caught up on laundry and work on an editing project. I'll go out to the fish market. I'll hope for the best.