Sunday, August 15, 2021

Two flies zip around the living room as if they own the place.  And they do. It is impossible to stop them.

 My absentee ballot arrived today.  I am ready to vote.

 Sitting outside at night I hear a flock of gulls’ cries and harsh calls as they circle the house in the fog.  I cannot see them, and then the dogs start barking. A whole world hidden from me in the dark.

 I am checking out my house to see what needs to be done in the next two weeks. What to toss, what to put away, what bills to pay in advance.  I am preparing for the hospital stay and the recovery. Sigh.