Maybe this night, of all nights, should be the night I write an entry that's a mere one word long.
After posting the earlier entry, I did a walk. And an errand. A combination walk-errand. I needed to return a library book, Beverly Cleary's…
I've been sad today. It has been easy to think of sad things, and I've been thinking of them while not doing much else. Trying to think of happy…