Saturday, August 3, 2019

I look through old files for hours last night searching for that ten year old paper with the password. Unsuccessful.  Woke up this morning, still looking.

The second hand moves slowly around the clock as we sit for twenty minutes. My mind is fast, the clock is slow.

Fog is gone this morning, just evaporated.

I am still under the influence of TIRRA LIRRA BY THE RIVER by Jessica Anderson.  She describes a woman’s experience of life. Yes, I thought that is me.