Well, all I’ve really done today is peace vigil and wrote a letter. I suppose I also sent a few emails and txts and fed myself too. It’s ok.
Got a package–a book I really wanna read and a black shirt. UPS rings our doorbell and leaves packages under a chair. Our doorbell is a silly saxophone song. Who chose that?
Maybe I’ll nap. Or maybe I’ll drink some of yesterday’s coffee and hit the books?
Last night I read A “At the Fishhouses” by Elizabeth Bishop. He liked it. Night before last was her “The Moose.” Maybe he liked that better.
