bliss

I made it. I never thought I would, though I hoped.  

Bliss.

After going through a week of scavenger hunting for a means of entering the United States without a passport and without an EDL (Enhanced Driver's License),  I left Toronto by car with a friend in expectation of returning by bus several hours later.  I took a sheaf of documents to prove who I am and to show where my passport is and where my EDL presumably is. And I made it.

Bliss.

I'm here, in Quincy, MA, at my daughter's and son-in-law's home on a lovely rainy, bleak, windy day, in front of a glowing fire, free to write all day while they are at work.

 Bliss. 

It's nice, to say the least, not to say rare, when things work out the way you hoped. The next four days were unplanned at home because I didn't know where I'd be.  Now I have time granted to me, a gift to myself.

Bliss.