A Break, Doesn't Feel Like Spring

A "Friday" on Thursday due to our administrative holiday. We're off to the Santa Cruz area to visit past haunts, create new haunts and play on the beach. Of course we have rain in the forecast, so it is hardly the beach bum paradise that is really needed after this long winter. Just being around the ocean will be rejuvenating though.

Work has had successes and one relatively minor cock-up that should be resolved without too much pain but fewer books for us. It's hard keeping track of other people's money....

Inner work proceeds, although not without lapses in attention, like last night, which included shortness with the spouse, impatience and tears with the son (his tears, my impatience). We all pulled out of okay. This must be where grace comes in?