March 3, 2015

Up in the dark, the newsmen babbling their babble in the kitchen below. Surprisingly, I can hear every word from my study. Isis. Tikrit. Netanyahu. Spill. Massacre. Congress. So many things that hit the news astonish me simply because of the time and energy that seem to be available in which to do evil. My own career as a villain would be cut short, if by nothing else, by lack of application.
   
Gold crocus. Green spears of incipient daffodils. Re-hired B to clean my house, S seeming to have drifted back into the West without a sign.