When I woke up and opened the front windows, I looked out into it and had to think for a moment: Was that smoke?
It wasn't. I was relieved.
I want smoke from barbecue, not from wildfires.
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…
...hi.