Sunday, August 10, 2025

     My breakfast coffee is bitter this morning. I forget to put the spoonful of sugar into the mug. No energy to return to the kitchen for the sugar. Hard to tell if I am getting better.

     Each day I check the news to see the new political lies of the day. When I am not horrified, I am impressed with the creativity of the president’s people.  What scares me the most are the unidentified federal agents wearing face masks and grabbing random people on the streets and hallways and parking lots.

     I haven’t been outside the house in the last two weeks. Too tired, knee too painful.  I look out the window to the afternoon sun and birds and trees. Soon. Wait I did go out for a doctor’s appointment last week.   

     I finished reading Percival Everett’s novel TELEPHONE. I have no idea what the title means, but the story is right on.