The depths of November: dark all day – a warm rain – one of those soft, soft West Coast rains that is almost a drizzle but just a touch more. Walking under the trees in Hemer Park this afternoon, I almost didn’t get wet – that kind of rain. But I could hear it pattering on the leaves that made a thick blanket on the ground.

So today – the comfort activity of baking bread – and doing laundry. Yes, for me, laundry is a comfort chore. Heck, it’s not even a chore. I just like it.

I downloaded the album Wild Rose and a new discovery: Jessie Buckley. Oh my gosh – what a singer! And the songs. So powerful and compelling. At least three of them cut straight through my heart. I have to thank Simon for that discovery.

Music. Magic.

And that’s it. I have spent most of the day living in the present, turning my concerns to the earth – planning my involvement in politics.

And tonight – The Debaters at the Port Theatre. I strongly suspect I will laugh so hard it will hurt – and that will be a very good thing.