day 20 Sunday. Sun came and went. Pale autumn sky. More bananas and rice. Poinsettias in the dining room. Wreaths hung on the front door. L ran the bullet train in circles around the track and winter village. Packed our bags and leftovers for the drive home and found the car battery dead. How’s it goin’? “I’m goin’, you ain’t,” the tow guy said. C slept in the carrier, pressed against me. Grandfather clock kept pace. Tea cabinet set for high noon, somewhere down the road. +++++ I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.