Sunday, July 21, 2019

The sun warms my living room this late afternoon but outside I see the wall of fog coming for me.

In the morning My friend and I meet at Juice and Java to write.  Instead we talk nonstop for two hours.

Three unaccompanied white porcelain toilets abandoned in the neighbor’s driveway.

I am tired of reading about travel in Texas in SPYING ON TEXAS.  I want the book to be over.  I picked up a new mystery story and was also restless.  So maybe it is me rather than the book. I continue to forget to work on income tax problem.