Friday, September 4, 2020

I order an electric throw for my reading chair in anticipation of the coming cold weather.  I have thought about this for years and now on impulse I do it. 

My son stops by most days around midday after his walk. An unexpected gift of the epidemic. Sometimes he brings a hot meal in the evening.

My daughter is still in quarantine in New York after her California visit.  Each day we check in by text, Are you OK? I am OK.

A humming bird sits on the branch just outside my bedroom window.  I can see his heart beating in his chest.