October 21, 2009

Tide of warmth, the windows open, the jacket left hanging, bugs zooming over the garden. All is sliding toward night now. Maybe the toe of summer will hold, maybe it will not. I did practically nothing all day, though when I rose in darkness my plans were laudable.

TD and I surrounded by beefy, jolly cops at Starbucks this morning. Did they like us, or was it PR?

Finances will not soon recover from the plumbing debacle, which is not yet over.

Began an essay last night, to explain whole rafts of the past several years to myself.

Circe snuggles and nuzzles as if every instant she expected me to disappear.