Sunday, July 12, 2020

I am tired of being the adult in the room.  Trying to sleep last night fantasies of letting someone else lock up the house, take out the garbage, decide what is safe to do, arose over and over again. I am tired of stay in place orders.

At Trader Joes early Saturday morning I saw two people I knew, inspite of their masks.  We jumped for joy and gave each other air hugs. Refugees of this virus.

Finished the two books, and now to decide which of my many books I am going to read now.

Two mourning doves call to each other at dawn before the regular birds arrive.