Saturday, October 11, 2025

     Perfect fall weather the last couple of days. Rain is forecast for next week.  For years there is one small leak in the bathroom skylight. I am waiting for rain to see if it is still there. Irrationally I trust the glass will heal itself. The bucket is placed to catch any water.

     Slow day, a few phone conversations, a bit of news, book reading, walking on the deck.  Did not pick up the mail. My roommate takes out any bags of trash I put by the front door. Government still closed, maybe peace in the Middle East, bomb factory explodes someplace in the south, no pay for government and military folks.

     We watch another episode of WEDNESDAY in the evening.  The young poet arrives for a visit. I did my PT exercises after several days of avoidance.

     I start reading another book, ALL THE WATER IN THE WORLD a dystopian story by Eiren Caffall. I am ambivalent, so scary. I will check out the book pile to look for a calmer book. Or maybe I will continue. The voice in my head saying I should finish what I start, is not real.