Tuesday, July 14, 2026   

     Warm sun this morning. Small birds in the bottle bush tree. Noisy garbage truck movies slowly down the street. The professor is visiting and we drink coffee together in my room before the day’s activities start.

     A second man has been murdered by ICE agents. More protests, of course, being scheduled. So hard to know what to do. Bombing in the middle East, senseless bombing. And here in my neighborhood all is well.  Somehow that doesn’t make sense.

     The gophers may be winning in the back yard.  My roommate is finding new ways to challenging their authority. This time with caned sardines.  Don’t ask. I don’t quite understand but the roommate knows.

     I am just about finished with the memoir of a neurologist.  I feel pretty healthy compared to her patients. We are rewatching season 5 of CLARKSON’S FARM with the professor. Another day, another day.