Thursday, August 20, 2020

I don’t know where to start. Outside the house is either fog or smoke this morning.  I no longer can tell. I feel fragile. The fires rage on.

My sister is visiting from San Rafael.  It is cooler here, hard to believe. We eat and talk and watch TV.  She gets up to walk when her fitbit reminds her. We no longer know what is normal.

I search facebook for updates on the fire, the heat, the smoke, and then I remember to check out the virus.  I almost forgot about the virus.

I am inspired by the writing of women in the book WRITING WILD. Maybe I will be able to get back to serious writing again.