I took all of the potted plants out into the rain this morning, tip-toeing around the drops in my pajamas.  The rain misted my hair, raising the curls to a frizzy mess.  I stood and surveyed my efforts, and I swear I could see the plants stretching to drink the heaven’s nourishment.

I spent the day preparing for an oral argument that I have tomorrow, reviewing everything that I’ve written and everything the other side has written, and a whole bunch that the Courts of Appeals have written.  I browsed the record, checked the legal file, and between times, munched on a few random things from the fridge.

Late in the afternoon, I heard from my stepson, whose strong and vibrant voice announced his impending arrival to get his car which had been parked in the back all summer while he rocked an internship at the Center for Hellenic Studies in DC.  Just after I moved the flowers back to their normal spots, on table and shelf, he bounded up to the house and folded me in his arms, greeting me with the warmth and enthusiasm that I so love about him.  I hear about his summer then send him on his way, a little sparkle of his youth lingering in the smile on my face.

As evening draws to a close, I feel ready.  The twenty minutes during which I will hopefully answer the Court’s questions will happen, and by and by, we’ll get a ruling.  I’m hoping for a good week, and gathering my angels around me.  I sit for a few minutes, in the calm serenity with which I strive to surround myself, as the sun sets, and the breeze lifts the tree’s leaves and sends a shimmer of lingering rain down to the sidewalk just beyond.

Be well, my friends.  Be at peace.  Mama Corinna loves you all.