Saturday, September 26, 2020

In the dark cool evening, I hear the bugle sounds from the presidio marking the time. Also sirens, dogs barking and the crash of waves on the beach a mile away.

This morning the work crew for the neighbor’s house is talking away in a language that is not my own but familiar. Maybe I should work on learning Spanish during this strange time.

I start reading Hilton Als book THE WOMEN, yesterday.  An intense troubling short book describing women lives.  I will finish it today.

Maybe today is the day when I finally hang up all my clothes that have been piled up around the edges of the room.