I can’t find: *the ankle brace I bought three weeks ago; *the ankle brace I bought last week to replace the one I lost; *my copy of Black Majority — a seminal text about SC history, one of the first I read and one I want to consult again; *a green notebook with scribbled character back stories that I need ’cause I’m moving stuff around and want to keep things consistent; *my wedding band (I know).
When you have ADD it honestly sometimes feels as though someone is coming into your house at night and moving shit around. Or stealing it. Two ankle braces in two weeks? Perhaps hip support for a leprechaun?
Looks like Finn wanted to try his paw at flash fiction today.
A quick turn around the block at sunset. The crickets call out the coming autumn. Rudbeckia dry and wither. The sky lets us know that summer is almost over.
Off to hear Jill Biden and others. The virtual convention’s an improvement on the big arena, IMHO. No endless pans of the crowd and interruptive clapping.
Many moments of goosebumps last night. Not just Michelle, but Springsteen and the photomontage and children singing the Star Spangled Banner.
I would kill for some chocolate right about now.