Friday, July 17, 2020

I miss visiting with my daughters who live on the East Coast.  We talk and laugh on the phone and on zoom.  It is not the same as a real hug.

I became agitated over a key this week and finally lashed out at a friend. sigh

The voices of workers drift through my open window this morning.

The crows were scratching at the gravel on my skylight as I was reading the morning newspaper.