March 8, 2014

Stepped onto the porch and it was not overcast, as I thought it would be, but Venus was a blue smear high in the east. Almost sick with anticipation of the day. I will go to my office by the river. I will go to Phil Mechanic and hoe the garden so it is more beautiful when it blooms. I mus bring paintings down from the studio and hang them in my house. I will go to the garden store and see what I might acquire. It is a Saturday and I must do everything at once, sink down exhausted on the sofa before the light ends.

I wrote my first poem in this house last night. It is a good one.