Friday, September 1, 2023

         Construction trucks arrive next door and the dogs start barking. Is it just their nature or is there something wrong? I don’t speak dog language.  I speak annoyed at barking language.

         The blue sky is hidden in the hazy smoke. Fire season has started. So far, we have had small grass fires. Yesterday the fog hides the smoke but I can still smell the pungent odor.

         I am now reading my comfort writer Deborah Crombie’s old book KISSED A SAD GOODBYE. I am reading also several books about doctors and medicine which are too intense to read at bedtime. Better to read a straight forward murder mystery.

         I drove my daughter to the Monterey airport at dusk. I wasn’t sure I could actually do it.  I am afraid of getting hurt. I do drive close to home once or twice a week.  My car was so excited to move out of my neighborhood. Now my car wants to visit Moss Landing.