September 2, 2019

Lovely birthday dinner at Maria and Russell’s, their baby asleep in another room. I realize that I’m not used to much ordinary conversation, have to keep on my toes to participate properly.

Harvested persimmons from my persimmon tree. They’re delicious and strange.

Sat beside the French Broad, listening to family picnics and watching the various bugs make their way across my table.

Tom emails to meet for breakfast tomorrow. That Ice Age may be ended.