Got my Covid and flu shots yesterday and, for the first time ever, I am wiped.
Tylenol, electric blanket, Salon Pas for the lower back. Probably not gonna attend Newton’s weekly Saturday protest today.
How the ordinary is anything but!
The house is clean. Picked up. Chairs scattered around and everywhere, there are pictures.
I’m gonna try that trick I’ve been reading about on Threads: simmer vanilla, rosemary, and lemon to make the house fragrant. I’ll let you know.
The rain falls gently. We will end with this today.
My first fall without you since you were born thirty years ago.
The crickets sing
and the breeze makes the down-hanging maple branches sway.
The light is fading. Fall comes. Fall comes and you will not be in it.
I sweep the patio, remembering the sound of your voice. A bird zooms
past within inches of my head, an energetic thrumming.
Was that you?
Rest with the Angels, Wendell Berry.
A little fog showed up this morning. Now I’m in town meeting a friend for coffee. It’s warm enough to sit outside.
