Saturday, May 25, 2019

Twice this morning I pull over to the side of the road to let a fire truck go by.  Fire season is starting.

The jack hammer begins to tear up the street to fix the broken water pipe. We had complained for months and now the workers are here.  The birds had occupied the puddles.

The sun comes out while I sleep on the couch.  I start to sweat under the warm blanket.

I start several books this week.  None are interesting to me.  My mind has entered a boring cycle.