Tuesday, September 22, 2020

At San Carlos Beach parking lot I see two friends walk by.  We shout at each other, laughing.  I hadn’t seen them for 6 months. I get out of my car and we both are talking at the same time. We know not to try to hug each other.

I drift awake in the early morning to the sounds of my iPhone tingling with text messages. I resist being available at all times.  Later I gladly read the messages from my family.

Still reading THE LAST TRIAL, several hours yesterday.  This is a slow interesting book and I am learning to slow down my reading.

A friend asks me why I am not writing about local politics.  I write about my own life experiences.