Tuesday, June 30, 2020

The days disappear.  Time moves slowly and then is gone.

Roxane and I are figuring out whether we can lead a Plein Air writing class this fall or do we have to wait until spring.

This morning I looked at my slept in bed and asked myself, now why do I have to make it up again.

Had an outdoor lunch with a friend at his orchard in Pacific Grove on Monday.  The most daring thing I have done in months.