Saturday, November 19, 2022

Wake up just before down, a bubble of fear and tears arise from a secret place in my body.  Images of me trapped in bed at the Stanford ICU unit last year. By the time morning light arrives the memories have receded and I am safe in my own bed.

A thick brownish haze fills the sky yesterday. The sun is shining, and the ocean is blue, and still the haze persists.  I listen to Ezra Klein’s podcast conversation with Bill McKibben on the power that cold save the planet. I spend an hour in my car observing the San Carlos beach and the Monterey Bay.

I put a pause on many of the library books on my list.  Time to slow down and read the books I have. I am still in the middle of Ian McEwan’s new book.

My personal Librarian came over to watch the last two episodes of Ted Lasso episodes. It has taken a year for us to meet and watch the two seasons.  Now we have to find another series to watch as compelling and funny as Ted Lasso. We ate the end crusts of Ad Astra bread spread with cold butter. The best bread ever.