Saturday, July 29, 2023

Last night, as my eyes adjust to the dark room, I begin to see moonlight flowing through the skylight. I hear the sounds of distant barking dogs and then, the Presidio bugle signaling the end of the day. This morning, I wake to the cooing of mourning doves.

Tiredness fills the house yesterday.  I move from couch to chair, never quite awake and alert. Don’t pick up my mail, don’t take a walk. I hope this is a transitory experience. Occasionally, I talk and laugh, and then remembered how tired I am.

I watch episode 1, season one, of GOOD OMENS after I hear the tall man and the former teenager rave about the show. I am in the mood for such silliness.

I started a new book but didn’t like it. I will go through the library stack this morning to see what calls to me.