Monday, September 28, 2020

The smoke returns Sunday drifting into town. We can smell it and feel it. I go to the computer to see where the fires are. Napa. Sigh.

The teenager spends the night here on her way to Oregon for school.  Now her room is empty again.

Few birds outside, not even the usual crows.  The world is quiet in my neighborhood as we wait.  We don’t know what we are waiting for but we will recognize it when it comes.

New book.  BECOMING DUCHESS GOLDBLATT, a memoir by anonymous. No murders, no terrible dramas.  Some fun, some humor.  Perfect for me.