Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Spent the night at my sick friend’s house.  Her house is cozy and small.  No hallways, every room opens up into another room so it is easy to carry on conversations while in another room.  Halls give privacy and no halls promotes intimacy.

Driving to New Monterey late afternoon I saw hundreds, maybe thousands, of soldiers on a run, spread out on the hill, through the parking garage on then on the bike path. All wearing the same uniforms. Such youth energy. 

How would we know if we had been invaded?  No weapons thought.

This morning I am home trying to get warm. Still reading MILKMAN.

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