T O D A Y . . .
…grimaced and shivered some, because chilly and rain was released at strategic moments by capricious Rain God.
New sheets. Flannel. Fresh dreams? No such promise on label. Checked.
Pumpkin curry coconut fish pepper spinach soup.
Half watched Woody Allen film.
Did not make or pursue bucket list and did not care.
Reading again. Zadie Smith. Wry grins.
Relocated squirming mass of worms from backyard compost to indoor experiment. God protect them.
Lost keys. Not concerned.
Having problems with personal pronouns. May be for the best.